I woke up one morning
Hungover as shit.
Just as the sun lit.
I thought I'd forget
and never have to think about it.
Fuck
I just got hit by a truck
Dude, couldn't even spare a buck.
Just my luck.
I'm stuck.
I look at John,
Where the fuck is my lawn?
He doesn't know
Where the fuck do we go?
Fuckin lost in mexico
on the bathroom floor in Texaco.
So we get up and decided
what decision should be provided?
(Incomplete. You like?) :)
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