Shaking at the knees as I walk out of the bar,
Hand in my pocket shuffling through junk for the keys to my car,
My vision is impaired and don’t think I could even drive,
I just want to get to my car so in a lovely dream I could dive.
Jixi Fox
The Creative Nemesis
http://www.jixifox.me
Filed under: Humor, Poetry Tagged: life, Poems, prose, Spoken Word, thoughts, writing
http://jixifox.me/2013/02/26/too-drunk-to-walk/
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