Friday, April 29, 2005

I don't know which is more embarrassing -- this crap I wrote drunk the other night, or the fact that now, sober, I decided, what the hell, I'll post it anyway.

Chivas Regal you're my friend
You've got that malty happy blend
You make me numb to the dumb and nasty schmoes.
And the girls who stir my loins
But still leave my heart purloined
Not worse or better than that letter by Edgar Allan Poe.

Chuggin' scotch
It starts to splotch
Spills on my crotch
Undo my belt
At least one notch
Stain on my jeans
Big like Sasquatch
How am I doing?
Said Mayor Koch
To keep my pants on--
I sure did botch
Check my watch...
Later, beeotch.


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