Poem by Drunk Guy #1

Disclaimer: I wrote this poem not about me. It is pure fiction. It's written by a man called Drunk Guy #1.

top shelf shots
all my problems are disappeared
they went like mouses

into a wet hole

consumed
collapsed like a wet poem

a totaled Buick

an ice shelf melted gratefully

clear oily rainbow water

ice cubes clinking

hello confidence, ease

speech is slurring

if you're at a party

it's ok to overindulge

i like the game of quarters
at home with friends

or alone without quarters

and in the morning i eat eggs with hot sauce