it was a finer day in hell
not my fault this
is where i fell
probably the smell
they sure do gossip well
which is my cue to split
to post bail
to jump fence of this judgment jail
to set sail upon the high seas
of alcoholism
so the morning after
my head rings like a bell
with stories and stories
to tell
to swell with exaggeration
might add some lies as well
just to have the stories
and stories sell