New Year’s Drink up

We sat next to the loos,

Next was Tom Tewo,

Son of Matayo,

With a lineage of overdose,

The vexing liquid,

Exciting feeble minds..

Then, it started all over again,

Emptying gallons by gallops

Like a child with lollipops,

Or slay queens,

Watching good or bad Black

Then the head dropped,

And he whitened out..