The Man I Am

Beer, beer, give me more.
I admit I'm an alcoholic whore.

Who could ever ask for anythig more.

It puts me to sleep, even when I'm awake
To my wife and all her bullshit I can take.
To my kids and their never ending mouths
My mind it runs, it runs south.

Money earned, is money well spent
If it's spent on beer and not one penny kept.

Oh to you my sober friend, looking on with disdain
Kiss my ass as I am in no pain.
No pain, no thought, no money, no sex
Oh what blissfill life do I exist.

One for the money,
Two for the rum,
Three beers gets me ready,
Four for the fun.
Five to remember,
Six to forget,
Seven to kill the pain in my livers abyss.
Eight to get me tired.
And nine and I'm off to bed.
Ten to remind myself to do it all over again.

The man I am....

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