More than you'd ever think
Each time I saw a shot
I would simply grab it and drink.
The shots came faster
the night got thrilling
Until I hit the floor.
How many shots I did
I really wasn't sure.
I spoke English in my head
Spanish was heard by others
I leaned against an imaginary pillar
Oh brother!!
I tipped back straight
Fell on the floor
And shocked a few around
I chattered through the ride back home
Oh I uttered all the sounds
The next morning I awoke at ten
Happy as a clam
I thought of the previous night's story
The applause, I remembered roaring
And then I noticed on my head
A painful tequila stamp of glory!
- Shivangi Vyasulu (c)
