Wednesday, October 19, 2005

FIFE AND DRUM

i'd drink this toast to you, my friend,
but the beer belched all over itself.
i'd bottoms up for you, my friend,
but my crossed eyes are seeing elves.
i'd say "cheers" to you, my friend,
but the beer fell off the damn shelf.
i'd drink this beer for you, my friend
but you drank the last beer yourself.
bitch! and so the night meets its end.

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