Is there something about being smashed?
To me its plain old dumb.
What is it that draws all numbers of people
To scull down all the rum?
How can they stand the obnoxious odor?
The burning alcohol taste.
Do they not see it is not good for them?
And understand it's a waste?
I guess there is the tantalising prospect of throwing up,
Vomit sessions must be fun.
And also the chance to face plant on the grass,
Or possibly wake up with a son.
Though who am I to judge the actions of the largely delusional?
It is there way to rejoice.
And while stupid in my eyes,
It is their own choice.
