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Shit shit shit shit

I drove all the way

to Kentucky and

Liquor stores are closed

on sunday

I can't wait 

for the clock,

No time for monday

What I need is a high gravity

ultra stout craft brew,

Piss of the gods,

Sent to my mouth

to allow me to drown

in euphoria's sweet grips,

Golden intoxication

shower me in excess

Founders!

Cuvee!

Three Floyds!

While I was out

in this part of the world

I vistited a friend 

to pass the time

to catch up on those old times,

We talked of the love, the future

and the forseeable fate

of maybe a gas mask,

We played foosball like madmen

and cursed into the air,

He told me of a liquor store 

that stays open always 

and I stick up my fist

high into the stratus

and with a celebratory yell

I say,"That's what life is all about!"

Although the whole time

that I had spent at his place

his dog was on a war path

trying to bite me and 

never giving me a moments peace,

He says,"He just needs the attention

he means no harm"

I had a startling revelation

in all this revelry 

and meandering,

To a certain someone

I'm that dog,

Biting you and pissing you off

just to get your attention,

I'm a pathetic man

who has had his way

too many times 

and for so very long,

But I have excellent beer now

so I won't be sorry

indefinitely