I haven't drank in ninety days
Way to go you fookin' saint
You haven't killed in thirty years
But St. Zachary you ain't.
Her husband sells used broken cars
I get to kick the tires
While he gets soaked at all the bars
I'm putting out his fires.
I'm pleading down to purgatory
As Satan winks at me
Though punishment be mandatory
I'll not burn for perjury. ;)
r ~ 4/27/14
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