DRUNK AGAIN


The supercar is here.

I saw it as I drank my fifteenth beer

It flew up high into the air

And met with six pink elephants there.

When I had finished my thirteenth gin

I saw that supercar again.

It had turned into a swirling mist

Something tells me I am drunk..(ha).

It doesn’t always have to rhyme

But I find it does most of the time.

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