Stuck In a Pub
This privilege of the spirits I drink
That came from a stilling thought
A blend of potatoes and corn
With the steaming of fermentation
A white lighting with a clean taste
Smooth when I blew an 0.8
Cuffs were tight in the black and white
The bar turned into metal
I staggered into my room
The next morning, I was the Judged
By the one who had a bachelor's in law
I said:
I have a hangover in my head
Then the gavel came down
Innocent or guilty he said:
I had an innocent frown
My guilt lay into the still that steamed
My mouth was out of control
I drank without knowing
this simple meal of potatoes and corn
How could this get me into trouble?
Then he said fine, I was thinking okay
but my credit card balance went away
No more Pub for me until the 1st
More money in my bank I will see
Then,
Its back to the pub for me
Contest: Freedom Pub
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Date Created: 11/29/2022
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