Drunken tongues flicker in haste
With their tra-la-la-la’s and their ha-ha-ha-ha’s
Not a lashing will they waste
Soured Spirits have numbed their taste
Fermented waste fuel their hate
Poison held in pours out
The tongue it cannot stop
It thrusts and twists about
What it holds inside it must shout
Beware my friends and watch out
From the brain this tongue has departed
And the lashings, they‘ve just gotten’ started
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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