The Aftermath of a Goodtime
I dink until I’m drunk
I drink until I’m drumpt out
I dreamt that I was punked
But shonly da lonely
Shunderstands my schlump
Sheepin snuggly next to a dumpster
Dreamin it must be your rump
But when I awoke
To my shutter-bug-eyed surprise
It was some awfully smelly bloke
Homeless guy!
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