Dipsomaniacs Poems - Poems about Dipsomaniacs

...I used to know a poet. His slovenly disheveled poems reminded me an alcohol-prone loser’s beard, but in person he happened to be a clean-shaven, well-tailored gentleman who hasn't had a drop since Bi......

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...This is a lateral Christmas, The reasons for red-nosed reindeer, Rudolph was on the booze, my dears, Santa and Rudolph were dipsomaniacs, They drank all the booze in Santa's sacks, But worse, ......

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...That good music has always been played, To whose tune we've always been made. Come and see how we dance ourselves to death, While they prepare our places in the earth. We are puppetted by crook fing......

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