Drunk Asshole
Drunk ******* thinking you’re hard
You couldn’t throw a punch you ***** ass retard
Your alcohol stench gob slurs and runs away with you
Just turn the volume down and tell me when you’re through
You’re full of vile tough nut bullshit
Just searching for the weak to hit
Yet another drink downed and in your mind the harder you become
Your timid tormented victims the brunt of your drunken fun
Big man ego doing it for cheers from the boys
Why don’t you go home lads and play with your toys
Because one day you’ll pick the wrong person
And you’ll be crying in piss puddles and puke that’s one thing for certain
Copyright © David Bull | Year Posted 2011
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