drunk poetry

I have to say that I’m a drunk
I also buy a bunch of chunk
The devil is whispering…drink drink, shooooooo,

I lived in Dublin,
that was my drunken sin,
fights,
but i’m always in my rights
step,
I don’t regret fucking a sheep
sounds,
Like a barbarian… where is my thong?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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