The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Head Ache

Pounding and cracking,
Popping pills and coughing,
Drinking all kinds of medicine is not helping,
Wanting to put a sledge hammer to my head to end the pain.

What can make it go away?
What can make it go stray?
What can I do to make it not stay?
What can I do to make it not pay?

I am tiered of pain,
I am tiered of strain,
I am tiered of pain,
Makes me wanna use cocain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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