Blame this poem on the bar

From the depths if my
Well. . .
Stomache
Comes a primal roar(belch)
I don't like the taste so much
Festering like
The leeches sucking on my soul
All I want is to take your pants off
Oh and my pants
Funny word pants
Pants
Pants
Pants
Fuck me?
Take off my pants
You're a scape goat
Or some shit like that
I blame you anyways
Sometimes it's more fun this way