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Addicted

A dick said I'm messed up in the head.
That was food for thought,
Then I went to bed.
I dreamed of a keg.
Chugging on the barstool,
With a broken leg.
I won that race.
I don't need to eat the veg.
Just praise the Lord, Alcohol, i pledge.
 
A dick said he wanted me to be happy.
So he emotionally trapped me.
In an empty keg.
On a broken barstool.
Underfed.
So I praised the Lord, Alcohol, instead.  
 
Lmao
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