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Johnny Walker










Johnny Walker



Dirty, gritty/
Hurt me, pretty/
Please, disturbing glittery/
Purchase hitting/
Uncertain victory/
With its furtive prissy/
Outlook, girl this whiskey/
Isnt worth the sipping/
Perfect splitting/
Up, purse with little/
Tassles, observant, tipsy/
But learning fifty/
Pick up lines could hurry this thing/
Along, curt and whispering/
About flirting, gripping/
A servant whisking/
Me away with hormonal purpose, if these/
Shots dont work I'm limping/
Back to the bar/
Stranded too far/
Away to merge the shifting/
Social tides as I'm handing the card/
To the ratchet bizarre/
Ass with a mark/
That manages our/
Splurging swiftly/
I'm emerging lifted/
Up by false bravado/
It calls for shots of/
Appalling bottom/
Of the barrel vodka rotted/
Out like a monstrous compost/
Heap, pardon all the/
Distraught fatigued/
Demolished dreams/
That flock to these/
Holes of hardened water/
It's probably starting/
To arduously/
Glob to me/
An exotic freak/
That just paused to vomit/
I'm the uncommon varmint/
That has promise barking/
From the top to stop this/
Harder nonsens-/
Ical living, bottles, narcs and/
Knocking all those/
Shit talkers off of/
Their barstools, rocked unconscious/
Carpool/
To calm views/
With Johnny Walker/
This party's starting/
To cost too/
Much to drop crude/
Amounts of money, the volume/
Is always on it's/
Causing conflict/
Leaving my head throbbing constant/
But I'm a charming convict/
At that's what my detractors say/
I captivate/
The static breaks/
And they look, habits change/
They gravitate/
Towards me/
Hoarding/
Untampered faith/
But I cast away/
The maggots, fakes/
And magistrates/
With my massive brain/
After they/
Catch a plane/
And pass away/
To the outer gate/
I stand in shame/
As my tactics, pain/
And dashing strange/
Aftertaste/
Leave me in a padded, dank/
Smelling room, wrapped in chains/
Smacked and splayed/
Out, chatting straight/
With stammering lame/
Regulars/
Set to learn/
Why I have to claim/
Every chance I take/
Chapters sway/
As I navigate/
This wheel a hamster deigns/
To sprint on/
But with all/
The withdrawals/
I clam and take/
A hammer straight/
To my rabid face/
At a rapid pace/
As the sun answers traced/
Pictures on constellations/
I pause and make a/
Tragic race/
To the head and slam a case/
Of liquid courage on the absent vac-/
Ant pool table/
And move, strangling/
My savage ways/
For another night, stranded, pray/
For me, because I'm damned today/

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