On the verge of insanity this urging has branded me..
I’m no longer refuting wit courage and candid ease..
I herd ‘em in canneries preserving its grand physique..
Popping corks, opening then serving enchanted treats..
Find me blurting obscenities to herbage by-standing me..
Sip so much, tongue’s blurring wit stammered speech..
A servant to Brandy’s beast it’s certain my glands secretes..
An improper stench as if bourbon was crammed in me..
Worst than an amputee I’m an unworthy outlandish creep..
Supplying my addiction .. splurging a grand a week!!..
Referred to as land debris shitty like birds upon canopies..
Tried rehab, but even that verdict had bland decrees..
Put the hurt on this canvas piece .. a wounded image..
Played it out, but didn’t know whom to scrimmage..
I end up gloomed and injured, did all it asked of me..
But somehow I’m the one who sat in seats of blasphemy..
You cats will see but for me it’s too late to call quits..
Cuz the idea of soberness is too irate to brawl wit..
So I take in all hits .. c’mon .. me stall? You kidding..
Cuz if the bottle’s big enough .. I’d crawl up in it!!!..
And swallow till all is finished, a quarter or not..
I stay bent .. sort of similar to how an accordion flops..
Warning the cops, stay clear when I corner a doc..
“Best prescribe me,” cuz I’ll never stop ordering shots..

wOrD....{Burp}..