I am not smashed...deny it all...
But what is with that moving wall?
Each time I try to lean on it
The bugger moves a little bit!
I look around from where I fell...
Which way is UP I cannot tell?
If this damn floor would stop from moving
I'd continue with my jive and grooving!
Two headed people all around
My ears are full of buzzing sound!!!
I think I need the porcelain trough
I think I need to spit and cough.
Whatever bug I picked up here
Was surely not far too much beer.
I am not pissed I say to you...
Deny it all is what I do!!!
If you think that I'm snakes hissed
I guess you see what I have missed.
I hope this poem convinces you
That I'm far gone... Hope you are too!!!








HIC..HIC...HIC 











... goodluck in contest ... xxxxx da cheeky one xxxxxx

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