In Came A Maudlin Drunk
In
came a maudlin drunk
Who
could see underwater
Once she had sunk
Once she had sunk
A
few drinks and knew what to say
That
people are assholes
But
they have to stay
Alive
somehow living off hate
Like
incubi squirming around at the gate
Of
hell or womanhood but
Everyone
knows that my gate is shut
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