Wasted Poem by the prolific penman

I am so wasted off this brew called loves juice
Every day since I was introduced to this drink
I wake up with my head spinning.

I wake up drunker than the day before yep
That’s me wasted I’m always the life of
The party well at least to me in mind.

Nothing seems to get me down I never wear
The face of a sad clown that’s why I never want
To put this drink down I feel so good and being
In this state of mind has brought me so much
Peace.

I never thought being wasted was good for me
I have never been so completely swept off
My feet by any drink before but this drink makes
Me feel like I am knocking at heaven’s door.

That’s why I always say bartender one more drink
For me whenever I feel like I'm coming down from
My drunken state of mind this so that
The problems of the world don't affect me.

Being like this allows me not to see the things
That once troubled me so this is who
I have become a drunk to the drink and
I now spend all my days just plain getting wasted
Just so I can stay in this love daze.