Toilet Aquarium

I start at the bar that almost finished me off more than several times.

I’m a goldfish swimming against the current in this toilet bowl flush of a city.

I’m attempting to understand my reasons
For making this journey back to doom,
Maybe just to get some closure
And say farewell politely and properly.

vodka redbull and a straw is what I demand,
Soothing liquor to quiet my demons
If only just for the time being.

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