The Benefits of liquor
He was the smartest man I have ever known
until he met Mr. B.
and turned a drone
he lost his views and would not see
his body deter with the trash
he lost himself, then every friend
and finally his organs. All in a great BASH.
I stand alone today
staring at my friend six feet under
he was the smartest man I have ever known.
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