Borrowed
It has backwash floating in it,
But Ill still drink the muck, the guck, the grit
The spit doesnt make it much weaker, does it
There's not much left of this clear $&@$
Its in a goddamn plastic bottle too
Its the cheap stuff he tends to choose
I dont care, itll all get used
Maybe tonight, Ill meet my muse
Copyright © Gab Batter | Year Posted 2019
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