Empty Bottle

An empty bottle upon my stool.
Behind it lies a broken glass.
I've been acting like a fool,
never been the sharpest tool.

I cannot find my hat.
Where is it gone i ask.
I'm lying on the floor so flat.
But where is it at?

I've lost all sense of direction now.
I dont know whats up or down.
The room spins out of control, wow.
What is this? How?

I know now what is wrong.
I've emptied my bottle today.
It's the whiskey that was too strong.
Oh dear, this night is long.

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