Morning Blues
Swallow the amber bubbles
To chase away my troubles
In alcohol fuelled dreams
But tomorrow, I see it doubles!
Thunder temples
Lightning eyes
Sweaty body
Ouch, I cries!
Face as green as clover
As my body I turn over
This poor little beer rover
With his blissful hangover!
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