POEM MADE FROM THE FIRST LINE OF EVERY POEM IN THE DRUNK SONNETS

I'M A LITTLE HUNGRY BUT DRUNK


BODIES FLOAT WITHOUT BALLAST















































PRACTICALLY, I AM MAKING IT THROUGH LIFE

COME ON, YOU PEOPLE, EVERYTHING IS OK
WHERE IS MY LIFE, I THINK A DONE THING
MY BODY WANTS SOMETHING MORE THAN IT GETS



























EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS SHAKING A LITTLE


I WANT TO LOVE BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW
I'M GLAD THAT YOU'RE SILL ALIVE AND DOING WELL
















































THE AIRPORT IS A TERRIBLE PLACE TO EXIST

MY DRUNK IS GOING AWAY AND IT'S A LITTLE HOT



WE ARE A GARBAGE BAG STUFFED WITH BOTTLES AND NO
THE ONLY THING THAT COULD MAYBE SAVE US NOW























































IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT IS GOING ON EVER THEN HEY
NO ONE CAN BE COMPLETE WITHOUT THAT THING





TOMORROW I COULD BE A PLANT













































I AM STILL NOT THINKING ABOUT YOU, NO




































I AM GOING TO DRINK ALL THE BEER



































I WANT TO BE A DICK TO SOMEONE SOMETIME
TONIGHT FEELS EXTREME LIKE HATE CRIMES































THIS BEER IS GOOD
I HAVE SO MUCH BEER TO DRINK TONIGHT

I AM PROBABLY GOING TO MASTURBATE TONIGHT











































IF I AM NOT A HEART ATTACK

I WANT TO BE POOR FOREVER

I HAVE NOTHING REALLY INSIDE ME TO GIVE


























IN THE FUTURE I DIED AND IT WAS FUN













































LET'S HAVE A BABY PLEASE
















































ONE WAY TO THINK ABOUT DYING IS LIKE A HUG










































I WISH I HAD A LOVE POEM TO WRITE
























































LISTENING TO LUKE HENLEY

I HATE THAT I NEED DEPRESSION TO FEEL LIKE MYSELF
I DON'T KNOW MANY PEOPLE WHO HAVE DIED
















































MY FAVORITE BIBLE VERSE GOES LIKE THIS:














































IF WE WERE BOTH LITTLE PIECES OF SHIT


TRYING TO HELP ANYONE WITH ANYTHING IS TIRING





































IF I THINK, OH! GOOD IDEA!
















I'M SURE ALL THE HOSPITALS HAVE OPEN BEDS TONIGHT

I HAVE FOUR CLOSETS NOW

I JUST FARTED AND IT SMELLED LIKED DUST

THIS IS MY LAST BEER OF THE NIGHT








































IF I LOVE ANYONE NOW IT'S --- I DON'T KNOW

IN SOME WAYS I KNOW
THE MOON IS LIKE A BAYONET IN THE CHEST SOMETIMES






























I'D LOVE TO PUNCH THROUGH YOUR HEART LIKE DRYWALL
















































GOD WHAT IS IT THAT DRAWS ME
I AM NOT HOPEFUL OF ANYTHING ANYMORE
YOU ALWAYS ASKED IF MY POEMS WERE ABOUT YOU











































I WANT TO PUT MY FIST INSIDE YOUR CHEST



















































THIS ONE IS NOT ABOUT YOU


















































LET'S PLANT BUSHES IN OUR CHESTS
























































I HOPE ALL THE LOVE I'VE EVER FELT GETS RUPTURED