Poem #2,770 | 546 words for drunkenness

546 words for drunkenness
will pass like piss –
drunk –
I
can summon tight –
albeit a
hard one to pass ‘less stuck
up –
sunken in a mullerin’ a
more apt label I’ll employ –
I do not get blotto so much
as then I’m awful company
for myself –
Don’t get ratted
alone my tip for my kids –
A
man arsehold is spent –
As I
drink I will sink into booze’s
depths of cock-eyed looks &
proclamations about Tories
& their filthy lies –
gin-merry
fools –
soused souls best left
to their dirty back-handers –
& 546 words are not enough
to sober us up –
Cheers for that