Ode To Alchy

Starkle, starkle, little twink,
Who the hell arr you I think,
I'm not under what they call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm not drunk as thinkle peep,
I'm just a little slort of sheep.
Marteenies make a guy
Feel so foolish, don't ask me why
Rally don't know who's me yet
The drunker I stay the longer I get
So just one more to full my cup
I've all day sober to Sunday up.

by Jorso Serogus

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