A Skin Full

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I like to drink,good lager beer,

and get so drunk,I start to swear,

good excuse,to act all crude,

and blame a drink,that someone brewed,

raise my glass,and propose a toast,

flick ash on the floor,and start to boast,

act all sober,with bloodshot eyes,

nearly passed out,still telling lies,

belch and ask,whos round it is,

drink it flat,without the fizz,

I can stand,and drink all night,

ten beers in I`m look`n to fight,

become aggressive,without good cause,

wake up face down,on hotel floors,

borrow cash,and say my shout,

hope the wife hasn`t,locked me out,

I have so much,it makes me sick,

fumble at the urinal,to find my prick,

what the hell,I love that stuff,

if it comes out my ears,I`ve had enough.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Irene
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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