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May 2013
Ebriection

just one more shot to give me the courage
just one more bottle for the open road
now what was I saying before you interrupted
need money from the bank can't remember the code

people are chasing me all over the city
they think I know secrets of importance it seems
maybe I'm a spy and don't really know it
they brainwashed me and left me alone in my dreams

I could have been a champion of many endeavors
hey barkeep pour me just one more glass
I know I'm being watched from different angles
all of you ******* can just kiss my ***

my pockets are empty my suit coat ripped
where is my wallet and my ******* keys
hey who stole my drink while I wasn't looking
what are you saying what ******* disease

my mother was a dancer my pop a cop
they left me alone to fend for myself
I doubt if they every really truly loved me
hey give me a drink from that bottle on the shelf

got to get to Boston to close that deal
5 million bucks give or take a dime
I think those ***** or talking about me
please a shot of tequila and a slice of lime

some say I'm crazy some a drunken ***
they're all just jealous of my fortune and wealth
I'm performing tonight at the President's request
need a good disguise so I can arrive in stealth

people will seek my autograph want to touch my hand
now where in the hell is my drink bartender
you know the Taliban were frightened by my skills
they had no choice except to surrender


Gomer LePoet ....
hope the words of nastiness do not offend. I think I was buzzed when I wrote this last year. :)
David Nelson
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David Nelson  Missouri
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