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Mr.Bourbon
I drank away the pain again,
with Mr.Bourbon my sole friend.
He listened to my ramblings,
As I touched base on everything,
What started as fun ended in rage,
I ended up getting my 12 gauge.
I caressed the steel and loaded it,
Mr.Bourbon and me,the lunatic.
A drank until the early morning hours,
I wasn't feeling peachy amongst flowers.
Instead I felt like a maggot on dry land,
All tipsy and drunk like I ordinary am.
Mr.Bourbon poured me another glass,
While It sloshed on me and splashed.
I backed away clumsily and collapsed,
That was the best scenario perhaps...
with Mr.Bourbon my sole friend.
He listened to my ramblings,
As I touched base on everything,
What started as fun ended in rage,
I ended up getting my 12 gauge.
I caressed the steel and loaded it,
Mr.Bourbon and me,the lunatic.
A drank until the early morning hours,
I wasn't feeling peachy amongst flowers.
Instead I felt like a maggot on dry land,
All tipsy and drunk like I ordinary am.
Mr.Bourbon poured me another glass,
While It sloshed on me and splashed.
I backed away clumsily and collapsed,
That was the best scenario perhaps...
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