We queue,
we queue to take the pain away,
we wait,
we wait to satiate ourselves,
and forget ourselves,
and forget the struggles of the day,
and in our inebriated ways,
how much better is the state,
that numbness of being,
the numbness of being,
that drowns your sorrows in its addictive ways,
because in its addiction it kills you inside,
but no matter what and no matter what may come,
many do not care,
because in alcoholism and drinking,
how much better is the day,
and in alcoholism and drinking,
life for many is vastly improved that way,
so, pass me a drink bartender,
pass me a goddamn drink,
for I have had enough of the world,
and its state and its craziness,
and of its depressive ways,
but why,
why should it be,
why should it be that way,
and why is the world so belittling and tough,
that it makes you drink any goddamn way.
