Poltergeist

Flowing like a free
style
reach for the dial

reach for the vial-
a vile concoction
of whiskey and beer

and whiskey, as well.
my relationship with vodka
is on the rocks, you see

I keel over - or, more aptly,
I try not to vomit. There are
people around.

Rightfully stifling my right to revival,
but I'm a lifer, rife with survival.
Triflers, travelers - meet my rifle.

Call me a criminal, smoothie king
I was suspended for scooting
too close to the front of the class

professors need their personal space