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Mar 2019
Drink drown,
Drink drown,
Drink til the last drop goes down.
Drink til the last sound,
Is just.
Drink. Drown.

Drink til your organs melt,
It will hurt like a belt,
Over your drippy crucked spine,
Until the last yelp is mine.
Until you get a sign, that says:
Drink. Drown.

Drink. Drown.
The noises swirl
Throughout the town,
Come to rest beneath the well
Beyond the ringing of the knell.
Worry on your brow; a crown
Of drink, drink, drown.

Drown, drink.
Your throat is pink
From all the gin and swearing.
Your glaring mother’s eyes are staring
Through some sort of hate, you think;
So you drink, drown, drink.

Drown drink.
Makes me think,
It makes me even sick,
When your head's down,
Running around,
Yelling
Screaming
Sobbing
Just
Drink drown drown.

U.D. Muir
This came out more as a sea shanty, but I'm fine with it
UD Muir
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UD Muir  14/F/Serbia
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