I see more than you know.
You can’t keep your pants up,
your dick runs the show
I thought you were strong.
But you’re nothing so special.
About you, I was wrong.
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Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
how does your nose not grow?
It’s fabrications you tell,
plain deceit that you sell…
Truth always comes out,
don’t you know…
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Why doe’s it matter what they say?
They only know the rumour’s.
A reputation bought and sold,
by gossiping consumers
They have no clue of who I am,
defamation is their game.
It shouldn’t matter what they say…
But it hurts, all the same.
Hickory dickory dock
Your love was all a crock.
You’ve had your fun,
now we’re dusted and done.
Hickory dickory dock.
Huckory duckory dick.
You really are a prick.
I’ve dumped you for good,
like I long ago should.
Huckory, duckory dick.
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…And so begins a new day.
A day to hold my head high, and thus rescue my pride.
A day to busy my hands, in the hope that my thoughts will busy themselves too.
A day to surround myself with smoke, a coping mechanism.
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Fuck it hurts when suspicions begin proving themselves right.
There’s enough to go around
until someone gets greedy.
It’s all downhill from there.
I fell in love with a slug.
What a mug!
You’re nickname is Thug,
I thought you were my hug drug.
Now I’m pulling the plug,
Goodbye, cheating bug.
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I love drinking beer. I don’t consider myself to be an alcoholic because I don’t drink alot of alcohol and I rarely get drunk. I just simply love beer. Someone once told me that if you have an alcoholic drink (even just 1) at the same time every day, so that it becomes part of your routine, then you are an alcoholic… That sounds like a load of codswallop to me! I don’t believe a word of it!
What is wrong with just simply liking beer? Why would anyone even care about how much beer I do or don’t drink? If I had to, I could, and would give up every habit I have – yes, even smoking. . .
But I will never, ever give up beer.