Slammed to the Wall

Slammed to the wall I shall be, every inch of me will be in need
I will hit the floor or maybe run into the door
disoriented I shall be, not being able to walk or even talk
Shots of the Liver I call it ,in the morning your head will want to split

Holy shit you will say why did I drink the night away
I can't remember what I did or where I was
never again I say on every Sunday

Why can't I see, who will take care of me
I'm filled up on VODKA can't you see?


In memoir of Bill "Oh that's bill he's fine"