Bibere multum vinum

POEM WRITTEN WHILE PRETENDING TO BE DRUNK

Being absolutely pissed
is not a crime.
Drowning my infinate sorrows
because tomorrow/today I have a Latin test
(I hate Latin)
And I suppose
writing poetry while (pretending to be) drunk
is not a good (exactly) idea
with completely haywire word order
get another (imaginary) drink.
Too many brackets
and that's because I'm expecting an
absolute (illusionary) hell of a
hangover
tomorrow
(iron brackets round my head)
When I have no creativity left
because (invisible) alcohol has suffocated me