Directions Just For Beer
You, sure, can walk up to that car
In front of the house with a star
And, sure, can keep moving straight
You'll get to a proud sign post
On which is inscribed "West Coast":
I dare say Men of Tupac,
Though his sweet Rashness they lack...
It's a strange shop on the joint's right
But with a glass door and walls white.
In one shop sits A Gamji
Content to seem Alhaji
Just for the pleasure of it,
People telling " it is writ!"
The man is my "sick" uncle,
I like him down to ankle...
Whatever one asks in beer
He gives with the fullest leer;
I know Hot Beer is your fear:
He's got the cold ones, my dear
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