Thursday 6 July 2017

Dan and Pan



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.

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