to go to the bathroom was WW III,
I slept for eleven straight hours,
I saw me in the mirror,
I thought I was unfit,
leastwise I was alive,
I drampled all the faucets
I floated in the bath,
feeling hung perfectly over,
noticing many of my bathroom lacks,
obvious lacks, cracks,
my hair stiffened,
I was diving at booz,
people thought I was crazy,
a diabolical guy with pigment flares
that was alright, like a spatula...
boozin' at the duplex,
having a bath,
I right at an hour recollected you,
umteens of yous came cashing cheeps
a WW III, you know...
another boozin' at the duplex...
boozin' at the duplex,
having a bath,
I right at an hour recollected you,
umteens of yous came cashing cheeps
a WW III, you know...
boozin at the duplex
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