Sunday, March 30, 2008

like a drunken sow in a burlap bag, i begged astride the piano forte to be 'lowed to dance the charleston

fortunately, fortunato, the amantillado was in fact cheap beer
and they tossered me into the drunk rank
and when i came back next time
bestatined and besotted
the barkeep just said
nope
you ain't comin' in here tonight missy:
you can't handel your liquids,not hardly

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