I’m blotto
Boiled as an owl
Half-shot
Half-screwed
Lit up like the
Commonwealth
And loaded to the
muzzle
I’m pie-eyed and over
the bay
You say my valve is
barely open
That I’m a dirty
yellow shade
But I’ll have you
know neat whiskey was poured over
This lobster
And I’m ablaze with a blue flame, my friend.
