The Fourth Drink Instinct.

The Fourth Drink Instinct.

With a fake ID and her Daddy's credit card,
She steps her innocent feet inside the bar.
Heads turn and eyes watch from all around,
As she sits down and orders up the first round.

Shot after shot she drinks her past away,
Drowning her tears as the bartender turns to say;
"Girly, you're way too young to be in here,
And this life that you've chosen, isn't the best dear."

And she looks up with blood shot eyes and slurs;
"This habit of mine, it used to be one of hers,
And some would say it's what I'm destined to be,
For Mr.Jose Cuervo has sure grown on me."

And she stoops her head and asks for one more,
As the gentleman watches her from beside the door.
And later tonight, he will find that bed so easily,
But in the morning, he'll lose all credibility.

The fourth drink instinct starts to kick in,
As she feels his breath dampen upon her skin.
She stumbles toward the door as tears fall down,
Ending her night with a stranger and a bottle of Crown.

© Jenna Elphick
November 19, 2006