Alcoholic Men #42

You drink the whisky like it's water. We go swimming every night. You drink me as fast as you can. You let me go straight to your head. You get so dizzy and you fall so hard. You're spinning around in my bedroom, steadily still sipping, until it gets to be too much, you can't keep me down like this anymore. You can't stand how full you feel, how your stomach churns and flutters, how your head pounds, and you've just gotta get me out. And that's how I end up on the toilet seat, on the bathroom floor, splattered on the walls, but mostly just down the drain.