The discovery

You can’t give liquor to little girls
They’ll just throw it up
And then they’ll never see things the same way again
Their eyelids will droop and their pants will be around their ankles
They’ll learn that it’s the second most effective way
to manipulate big men
And they’ll begin to run to it
Every time they feel like crying
They’ll cry, die, live and make love inside the bottle
Margaritas after work
A glass of wine with dinner
A few beers on a Sunday afternoon
A shot here and there
Who would ever want to bear the gravity of their own decisions?

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