A drunk feels smug
As he sips from a mug
For him beer has become a drug
* Which has turned his mind to murk
Let the drunk spend time with his beer
You'll soon hear him say he fought a bear
Who at his end shed a tear
And whose skin he stripped bare
Give the drunk more of his drug
And he'll begin to mutter
Fighting hard not to stutter
Over secrets he must not utter
As he slurps and hugs his mug
Unconsiously he'll be hunched and stare at the rug
Wondering if his insides have been wrung
And why his life has gone wrong
He'll get his keys ready to drive
Frowning as stars in his eyes arrive
He'll think of a toast and look to the coast
Lastly hearing the laughter of long dead ghosts.
iLike. Nice.
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