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You Hit the Sauce and the Floor

(This is a fictional poem)

You hit the sauce every night and you get drunk.
When this happens, you turn into a punk.
You become intoxicated and then you challenge people to fight.
You think you can win but they always punch out your lights.
A man beat you up when you pinched his wife's butt and I'd never seen so much 
blood.
When you tried to fight my friend, I kicked your ### and threw you in some mud.
As you laid in the mud, you started crying.
If I said that you took it like a man, I'd be lying.
When you get drunk, you stagger and you fight like a slug.
You've spent so much time on the floor that you ought to be a rug.

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