Better if you’re pissed.
Saturated, Glenfiddddddich haze, hic,
Speaks volumes now I’m able.
Coveting the languished word,
Gets me almost under the table.
Wouldst I be hither,
Or more free to concede.
I would leave the notion open,
Still more purchase to proceed.
Come what may, whoever asks,
My story falls beneath me.
Sailing on a sea of booze,
Has lost repose, I’ve become free.
And listening to my ‘Bard’ Duffey,
Has filled me to the enth.
So all I see is poppy cock,
E’en if her voice be immense.
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