Talking bar stool blues

That bad loser,
coke user,
nerve wrecking
tooth aching
jaw breaking
but goddamn sweet looking
earth shaking
love making
nagging hell of a woman
got me broken hearted,
blues swollen,
weeping to a poor tasting pint of Irish beer.
Now I'm all too dried up, with no girl, no booze and no tears, got the hangover from all those years, with no hope of relief nor return.

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