‘I Get Drunk’

Written by Author : JAMIEL JONES

I get drunk because there’s nobody in love with me

I get drunk on the weekdays, weekends, anytime, any day I feel alone.

To feel lonely, to feel like your existence is that of something to be seen under a microscope

Insignificant in fact, nobody will take the time to see my soul

I get drunk to forget

Forgetfulness is the key to sanity.

Without a bottle I think I would have drowned in my own existence

Have you ever gotten tired of your own presence, your own company?

See I get drunk!

I get drunk, I sink deep into a bottle of Jack

Jack, my friend, he sees me trying to get drunk repeatedly, and I swear sometimes I see him weep

Jack, my empty friend, I get drunk, I get drunk, I get drunk…

And nothing changes, everything in my life remains the same and somehow, I trudge on

An empty bottle is an empty soul, a loose heart hanging from tattered strings

Every time I hear my heart thud I’m surprised I’m still alive.

My liver hates me.

It can despise me because there’s nobody in love with me, so I get drunk, I get drunk, I get drunk…

The epitome of loneliness is a half full bottle and music blasting that I can’t even get up to

dance to,

Or maybe it’s a half empty bottle waiting for somebody else’s lips to wrap around its head

My breath is poison and I drip I get drunk too much.

I get drunk and forget for a little bit, but like I said—Forgetfulness is the key to sanity.

So maybe that’s why I’m crazy

But in the end, even in the liquor store as I peruse for my next victim, my next murder of oneself,

One’s mind, and one’s body

I can’t remember the last time I was truly in love, and I don’t care because I’m drunk

And I figure, I need to get drunker, so I can forget for some time what the definition of the wordlove is

Let me tell you, the clerk lady up front is judging me, she sees a drunk guy trying to kill himself

Her eyes are piercing, ripping into me and she sees—she sees perfectly my state of insanity

See, the world is a cruel place, and my fact is proven now

People don’t care. Why should they?

The clerk lady says, “Have a nice day!” and sells me my only true friend

I get drunk, I get drunk I…Get…Drunk…