The evils of the world today,
drowned at a bar.
Can't remember all the bad news,
beer glass isn't very far.

Memory is fading with every shot,
vision is just a blur.
I know that I'm gonna feel a whole lot better,
with the drink de jure.

Last call for blood and alcohol,
render this day to a bad dream.
Head hung low, looking to wash it away,
nothing is as bad as it seems.

06/28/2002

Posted on 06/28/2002
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