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A Drunkard's Lament

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Alcohol/
Is a battle fought/
With madness wrought/
From the sadness caught/
Between a man that calms/
His hands and thoughts/
With poison that wraps its claws/
Around his watch/
Makes time pass and stop/
Whenever he slams a shot/
I have forgot-/
-ten the chasms walked/
Barefoot and half distraught/
When I've drowned in bot-/
-tles of the brownest rot-/
-gut liquor, that the damned can flaunt/
Prancing, dropped/
By the rancid vom-/
-it that crams and falls/
From the mouth of all/
The manic lost/
Ones that choose to pad their traum-/
-as with Jack and vod-/
-ka, Schnapps and all-/
-the traps of karma/
Let's get plastered, crawl the/
Line, disasters wobbling/
Pants are starting/
To tear, we're panting, heart is/
Racing, death a tragic pardon/
From the crimes of a master wrong one/
The fortune amassed is startling/
Fan your pockets/
For the change that's always last for varmints/
Alas, unvarnished/
Regrets are magic, popping/
Up wherever you're lashed and charred with/
The fires of your family's charges/              

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