That Last Drink

Poem By Anthony Smith

That last drink,
I didn’t need.
That last drink,
It made me bleed.

That last drink,
It turned me blue.
That last drink,
Because of you.

That last drink,
It wasn’t right.
That last drink,
Upon that night.

That last drink,
It was so big.
That last drink,
Is why they dig.

That last drink,
Is why I die.
That last drink,
is my good bye.

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