Times like these turn your mouth into a gullet
your frown into a scowl
your yawn into a howl
Times like these make drunks alcoholics
you scamper then you walk
you scream then you talk
These are glorious times, my dear
They turn our boredom
into your fear
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Times like these turn your mouth into a gullet
your frown into a scowl
your yawn into a howl
Times like these make drunks alcoholics
you scamper then you walk
you scream then you talk
These are glorious times, my dear
They turn our boredom
into your fear
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