An Easter Sunday poem

I wrote a poem today not realizing it was Easter, and it kind of works for Easter. So, uhh, enjoy?

#???-An Easter Sunday poem

Risen from the dead

like a messiah

on the third day,

and I don’t remember much

but I had fun,

or at least I like to think.

I like to drink,

I like to drink,

oh boy, do I like to drink,

and sometimes it hurts you,

and sometimes it kills you,

but everyone dies,

everyone relies

on having a good time.

I write my poetry

like I’m some sort of messiah,

and sometimes I die for 3 days

and come back the same man,

turning wine into water,

hydrating my dry body,

and once my body’s filled with water,

I piss it all out and replace it with a bottle.

Yeahyeahyeah

I like to drink,

I like to drink,

oh boy, do I like to drink.

I like to think

that I’m some sort of messiah.

A God,

someone who will out live

his own death

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