The Sober Dorothy Parker

I drank to be more witty;
I will not tell a lie.
Results were never pretty –
I’d drink, then puke, then cry.

I drank to be less fearful.
Sociability I’d feign.
I never wound up cheerful,
just more or less insane.

I drank to be an artist,
more “real” and more intense.
That move was not the smartest –
I made no goddamn sense.

I drank to make you love me.
I’d match you shot for shot.
But in my haze I could not see
you’d want more than a sot.

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