You would never see the liquid man without a drink in his hand,
He always stumbled when he would stand.
It always Smelt like he brushed his teeth with a bottle of gin.
He was the ture veteron of late night trips to the bar, always stayed till the A.m.
Drinking had no time stamp.
Liquid man drank away his children,
Hoping they'd understand.
He's more liquid than man.
He find it hard to stand up to his addiction of drinking the poison liquid.
Liquid man was a great manwithout a drink in his hand.
He was always be a stand up man.
But now he's to much liquid and not enough man.
He's go a metal of honor, for drinking away all his secrets that not even he could understand.
He wanted more than this.
But he's stuck with it,
he's so use to being dehydrated from great life experiences.
He learned from his older man that being more liquid helped him avoid all life's ups and downs.
Now his liquid old man lays six feet buried in the ground,
he figures that's the liquid man's only true destiny.
Maybe then his children will visit him.