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By: David W. Clare She phoned me up: as she lied: straight to my face! Phoney baloney, rang through my swollen head, she's unfit for the human race... Begged me to bring her a pint of ice cream; I fell back asleep had a frozen dream... Then, my car alarm blew a gasket Those **** wild hoodlums are at it again? I fell down in the street chasing after a cheap bottle of ***** to sooth my broken down blues... her breathe sounded real bad! I acquiesced, then wanted to see her naked in bed undressed... I was depressed at the thought, she looked hot until I threw back the blanket... I knew I was being used as her chisel... skanky cheap broad! I took a taxi to her uptown flat, what a ****** room 17, next to that old gas station that got robbed last summer... I was so **** drunk, I rolled up the stairs and her shoes fell on my feet! Then I knew there was no hope, I lay there like the drunken ******* (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
The Drunken *******