Wednesday, April 8, 2009

“So Called Love And Liquor Don’t Mix”

When the one you love

Loves and loves

Drowning jugs in rusty pubs

With cold lusty hugs

No hats

No gloves

Pretending that it’s love

Our younger days is what we try to dub

When we bang love’s drum

Or rub someone for fun

Dancing the bump

With someone dumb or drunk

Until the music is done

Then it’s home they run

And just when you’re ready to fire like a gun

They fall out

And you can’t get none

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