Alcoholic Chick: Poem by Dieury Dumas

Every time we went out
The chick went wild out
By getting drunk
It is a date!
Not a fool out
Making fist bump
Take off her clothes
Even pass out
I don't even tempt
To touch her
To use her
To look under her
Her type is horrid
An access for horrible
Her needs are torrid.

Long island iced tea
Mojitos
Bloody Mary
Scotch
Vodka
Martini
Jack Daniel
Dry or mix,
Bartender makes
Chief bakes
She just takes
Her best line ever,
"Why a bottle, I can drink a puddle! "
The way they come
The same way they go
And she never says no.

Let's go out and eat!
Yes!
I want to see you tonight!
Ok!
Let's go to see a movie!
At what time!
Can I buy you underwear?
Bright, Large, Victoria Secret.

She reads Harlequin a lot
She is very kind of smart
She has big credit card
She never shops at k-mart
She treats most people very bad.

I have to admit
She is always chic
For an alcoholic chick
She cannot control her zip
Laying down she sounds bip, bip
Always sipping around sip, sip
Always use her vibrator vip, vip.