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So Help Me G- -

Beer, Bar, drink in town two cases in my trunk on road to rez', a place called home so help me G - - I'm drunk! The curves are getting steeper but really know the way, driven so much ~ a sleeper every day! See all the crosses ~ "weep here" white's just for the relay time for that old grim reaper the roll back ~here to stay! Look all around ~ your keeper rez' grounds, no work, no pay the land, at least we own clear now slots are here for "play!" My freedom ~ home, once deep here now seemingly we stray rest on white cross ~ no beeper no warning ~ morrow"s grey! That last beer ~ drinking's cheaper than meth, coke, morph, or grass those blinking signs to add cheer Bud up ~ come fill your glass! For this time, choice, glass o' beer hills ~ winding, blinding, fast, hey blink, there's nothing in mirror ~ this old heap's done it's last! Check out, the gauge is rampant the pedal's stuck on gas, that last curve was a dancer too late, this buggy's crashed! . . . . . . . . Then silence ~ sobbing, sob ~ tears could hear at best my prayer So help me G - - ! I've O D ~ my future's gone nowhere! On the winding road to Santee Reservation, the "white" crosses line, just about all of the way. The road is very steep and curvy! However in the nearby Village of about four square miles, there are SEVEN (7)* liquor licenses, issued for about $500.00 and yearly renewals, about $100.00. The beat goes on for upper NE Nebraska border towns. Nebraska was voted #2 in binge drinking in the United States this last year! (Statistics can be verified) *cut back from Nine last year.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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