12 days of Christmas

On the Twelfth day of Christmas my group home gave to me...
twelve shots of whiskey
eleven books I won't read
ten day old cupcakes
nine days in lockup
eight things of mustard
seven plastic forks
six empty beer cans
not a fucking thing
four guitar strings
three mismatched socks
two broken speakers
and an ashtray so nasty





P.S. On the thirteenth day of Christmas I got a pink slip.