the first shot was satisfying
the second one was fulfilling
but the third one, intoxicating

the first few words I was high;
the next second, I lost control
and everything came spilling out

at first it was embarrassing;
on retrospect, it was uplifting
and perhaps, even consoling

first I’ve lost my worries
then I’m losing my inhibitions
I’ve mastered the art of losing-

bad habits are picked up in a day
so as people drink to forget
I instead drink to remember