defeat

i waited for it to come,

imagined it i did as it came,

expectations increased in due time,

without knowing the day finally arrived,

we started the day with malt drinks,

two bottles swam pass me,

and i didnt feel a thing,

the night finally killed the day,

before a new bottle found its way,

this was different than the other in many ways,

it was filled with red elixer,

little did i know it will cause me danger,

gulp after the other flowed down my throat,

soon i started feeling like i was on a boat,

as i swayed side to side,

along came another,

and i couldnt decide,

so i took another bottle and sat outside,

my mind wandered freely,

eventhough everyone was near me,

i took the last puff,

and i put it out,

by the time i looked below the bottle was out,

i summoned for a glass,

of a neat macallan,

as soon as it came,

it went missing in action,

but along came another one,

in a tiny little shot,

downed it i did,

and i started feeling hot,

i called for a drink,

another glass came,

it tasted like fuck,

so i sat down in disgust,

waiting for another one,

soon something happenned,

i didnt know what was to come,

hiccups as they called it,

arghh this is nothing,

so i said followed by the word "Chilling"

it only took one,

to cause it all,

by the time i realized,

it was all said and done,

i jerked forward,

and as i opened my mouth,

the flood gates broke,

a gush of liquid,

projected outwards,

the motion was intense,

spreading itself across the porch floor,

covering every corner,

of the four by four,

i didnt feel a thing,

but i felt like a hose,

putting out a fire that was never there,

i caused a lot of trouble,

i knew i was wrong,

i wasnt that strong,

to even carry on,

crashed on the bed,

missed out half the fun,

i still have to apologize,

to the people i did wrong.