I Hate Jim Beam

I hear a cock crow, And I open my eyes. My mouth feels dry, Just like cotton. And it tastes terrible. The proverbial question, Comes to mind. Where's the cat? I sit up in bed, And I find, My eyes are'nt open, after all. Why did I think I had opened them? I have a terrible thirst. I rub my eyes, And finally scrape, Enough crud away, So that I can really open them. I get up and stumble, On an empty Jim Beam bottle, And bang my elbow on the dresser. I stumble into the bathroom, And start to pee, But quickly I realize, It's the hamper, And not the toilet, And quickly I stop the stream, I've done it now. I stumble to the kitchen, And try to open the fridge. But it's the kitchen closet. Wiser now, I turn to the big white appliance, On the east wall, And manage to open the door. I grab the cold water, And take a drink. It tastes just like pure honey. It tastes wet, It feels so good, Going down. I take the container with me, And I walk out on the front porch. In my underwear. Gonna be another hot one. God I never realized, How much, I hate Jim Beam 10/27/10 Alton Texas