I found myself been agoraphobic
Because I'm an inebriate
I hid my shame and reproach in tequila
it becomes my soulmate from morn to dusk
Dead and buried in it like a chronic admirer.
Tequila becomes my god
I worship him like a sliver bottle
made from ancient era
it pleases my soul and hurts my psyche
He gave me ogres heart.
I was tangled with tequilas destiny
I move about with tequila like a constabularys badge
All inebriate chant my name in satire
Praising the honorable god in my hand.
When karma wakes up, my soul becomes wizen like rootless tree
my hands carried my shameful head
And console it with woeful god
I become phantasm, honored with woeful tequila.
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