I walked all the way to a bar
To be fair, it wasn’t that far
My first order was for food
They said it wasn’t that good
Coz all they had in the kitchen
Was nuttin but bones of chicken
I instead settled for a
Though the last time I drank it I fell
And that story I’ll never tell
For it makes me feel like hell
On seconds I may tell is as well
Since its quite a pretty tale
Twas a beautiful Monday morning
All Christians were still in mourning
Their saviour had died that Friday
Resurrected and disappeared that Sunday
This Monday was still an Easter
I walked to the bar and asked the Mister
For a
He gave me a crate of
Till my head span and stopped to think
I tried to leave but tripped on the chairs
Fell all the way down the concrete stairs
Drunkards just watched me agape in stares
I thought it should only be fair
If they could also fall and the pain we share
So today am getting another pint
Hoping I won’t fall like the last night!
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