the drank up drug strains my brain

the drank up drug strains my brain
back is out and necks in pain
feet are sore sobriety commitment in vain
drowned by the ice cubed drink
every variety seems real strange
the tastes are harsh and drinkers deranged
the tastes vary there's quite a range
so now i write and think
we've drunk our fair share over the years
it's been a party affair
we'd go out to gas stops and buy a few beers
a whisp of spontenaity in the air
but vomit and spills
spoiled beer entrails
as ones stomache does fill
you're led stumbling to bed
and pains in the brain
remind you of the muscle strain
the experience urges you refrain
from completely mincing your head
and there's no gain
from drinking games
except perhaps a lewd name
tracing the conversation and things said
we look around and see a room
there's not much around but things've been shuffled
and there's an air of mental gloom
we've had our feathers ruffled
we've gone down to another bar
and drank the great selection
i should've instead gotten to the car
being at home would've been perfection
but here we are in the room
outside the rain pours too soon
and the pool is empty too
but we may swim again
and drinks were had perhaps too many
if there was point its lost i cant see any
instead ive got head pains and nary a penny
lets go drive and meet a friend.
here we are in a room
the air conditioning fans us cold
and though there is a lurking gloom
sigur ros makes me feel bold.