The Great British Pisshead
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Shaun Cronick
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Friday night.
Saturday night.
Sunday afternoon,
And if still coherent,
In the land of the living,
Sunday night too.
To drink in any moderation,
Is too truly beyond belief.
Oh to drown oneself in alcohol,
For booze's quick fix relief.
For they do deserve a drink,
They've toiled so hard all week.
Then they start to slur words,
Utter gibberish in doublespeak.
But the fun doesn't stop there,
Time for their midnight fight.
To wake up in Accident and Emergency,
In agony by dawn's early light.
Same again lads? ...
Bu şiiri puanla
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