Another Drunkard's Attempt At Thinking
I sit alone and have a drink
And through the fog I attempt to think
About tragedy, pain and dispair
So I thrust my fist into the air
Curse the gods that brought me there
In my stoic stanse and empty stare
I through my fog I attempt to think.
"I think I will have another drink".
END
And through the fog I attempt to think
About tragedy, pain and dispair
So I thrust my fist into the air
Curse the gods that brought me there
In my stoic stanse and empty stare
I through my fog I attempt to think.
"I think I will have another drink".
END
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