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drunk on cheap beer
chirp chirp
drunk on cheap beer
she falls over
while the birds watch
drunk on cheap beer

I’d call you a god
but you’d punish me
these birds won’t go ————- Away

I’d built you a statue
but you don’t undress anymore
so here’s a poem about
you in a robe

“you’re in a robe
where are your tattoos?
I’m going to kill the man
that touches you next”

that wasn’t a very good poem
sorry