Kooky Home
Surrounded by steel walls
The place that feels like home
Hours filled with stories
The sense we speak unknown
The cans have special powers
Motivation comes and goes
Behind the bars consumables
Down the gullet it goes
Chain smoking is unavoidable
When a bottle of straight is involved
The fire keeps us toasty
Cheers! To never growing old
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