It’s almost happy hour.
Don’t flood your brain with beer.
Of their highs don’t be envious,
For dopamine acts like booze.

Heads contained in cold glasses,
Clouded by moisture forming outside.
Senses shut down one by one.
People reduced to their instincts.

Silliness is the norm.
Unreasonable becomes fair.
Impractical seems common sense.
Heinous is pardonable.

It’s all, but a fleeting state.
When the ice melts,
It will become all clear.
Hangover will surely follow.

Nobody said that a bottle will last forever.
The spirit fades in time.
What will you do when you sober up?
Will you drink another one just to get the high?

It is an addiction.
Reality only hits you once you stop.
Its either you continue to indulge,
Or suffer the withdrawal symptoms.

I don’t care if you’ll do as I say.
This is just an advice from a drinking buddy.
But if you ever decide to drink,
Tell me how it hits you.
I might just do another round,
And be one of them again.