Pour Me A Long and Lasting Tab

Pour me a long and lasting tab
of the bourbon I have spilled,
over the lies drunk could grab
which the booze did distilled,
with broken dreams to nab
until I have felt so filled.

For I have truly learned life is never free
that lead to my own soaked bouts of sadness,
as I hide in the dark bar’s stale jubilee
while watching pain become cocktail madness,
just one stained napkin, ringed by a shot’s spree
so the world drowns in beer of its every badness.

Now I’ll take another round to create the illusion of fun
because it is still better than venting rage with a gun
and just keep on drinking so I don’t have to face realty’s sun.