McBell
mantra-chanting henotheistic snake handler
Don't tell anyone, but tis actually the opposite.
If never drunk, then one never sobers up.
I have proof!
I bang on the door but you won't let me in,
'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin.
Locked all the doors from the front to the back,
And left me a note telling me I should pack.
I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer,
They order me up a whiskey and beer.
You ask me why I'm writing this poem,
Some call it a tavern but I call it home.
{censored}
You've given me an option, you say I must choose,
Tween you and the liquor, then I'll take the booze!
Jumping on Western down to the south side,
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Scottish pride.
'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin.
Locked all the doors from the front to the back,
And left me a note telling me I should pack.
I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer,
They order me up a whiskey and beer.
You ask me why I'm writing this poem,
Some call it a tavern but I call it home.
{censored}
You've given me an option, you say I must choose,
Tween you and the liquor, then I'll take the booze!
Jumping on Western down to the south side,
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Scottish pride.
That is from memory.