Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Drunk Poetry: The Town Drunk
I am the town drunk I got a case of beer in my trunk
But the end of the day
I'll be drunk as a skunk
Chilling with the drunks and bums
Sipping on the Finest rum and coke
The way I drink is no joke
but at times I need magic herbs to smoke
Yeah I'm famous as the town drunk
You can see me with my brown bag full of beers
I never feel any fears or shed tears
When I sip the sauce, I'm feeling like scarface
a real boss
Never taking a short or a loss
The town drunk walks around town
I feel good like James Brown
See me staggering down the block
that's how I get down
Bumping Bone Thugs N Harmony
as I count money, bumping Bless the 40oz
Don't test me or I'm buckin the Sawed off
and then sip the Holy Water in the 40 ounce
bottle
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