The Devil's Juice

This is warning A simple prose For those That want to sip Upon the devil's piss A toxic concoction Distilled in pits of hell By unstable goblins And psycyopathic trolls Rumble mintz is the brew The man in the shop Said you'll be fine Just sip like you would any expensive wine I woke up beneath a plastic chair Somewhere between oblivion and reality With bits of stuff stuck to my face It feels like I lost the tread That the space time continuum Has cease to be Is my body plugged into the mains? My nerves are on fire and I can't control my shaking hands My fingers are all bloody and swollen Later I am told I got into argument With a door And that a wardrobe A and a couch took his side I am not looking for sympathy I just want folks to hear my plea Enjoy your whiskey and beer And no matter what you hear Never ever taste that devil juice