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THE DRUNK
Bloodshot eyes, sunburnt face
Whisky and wine are his friends
The pubs and clubs are his place
Fat gut and large rear ends
Frothing mouth, dribbling KB
Staggering, unusual behaviour
Goes around the trellis to have a pee
His breath is a torture to savour
Raving on, talking bullshit
If you speak, you get hit
Staring stupidly, whats on his mind?
Floating pink elephants, you'll probably find
When he gets in a viscious state
You'll find a flogging will be your fate
After your bashed he'll apologise
His retarded mind filled with rubbish and lies
Never disturb his best friend "wine"
Or he'll give you a hard time
Take some good advice from me
Fill his bottle half full of cold tea
See, whilst reading this poem
The enjoyment and fun you've had
But its no fun in our house
When the drunk happens to be your dad. |
