As I age and turn another year
My liver feels its worst off fear.
I flashed my card with prideful gloat
The drinks slide ever down my throat.
Drink of choice is black spiced rum
Twenty plus one deems its sum.
I feel the æther filter through
I feel the music grow, accrue.
Waves of warmth upon my face
Welcomes waving warmth's embrace.
I feel unbalanced on my feet
That's alright, the ground I'll meet.
Softer than I thought, I thought
Maybe too much rum I bought.
Maybe this is not what's sought,
Nausea's lesson must be taught.
I feel my stomach kick my throat
Since when was I upon a boat?!
These waves are different, I connote
How hard it is to stay afloat!
I sail the storm of all that's blurred
"Captain, get me home!!!!" I slurred.
Next day from sleep I finally stirred
And faced the wrath of sibling's word.