Thought you could come up in my grill and ignite me, start beef
Well imma cook you through and through until it ruins your week
Because you're a waste of space and meat to me, honestly
I'd rather pull my teeth out with pliers and then slit all my arteries

The ****t that spills out from your mouth, no doubt
That people would rather meet the Father than live in your drought
Not sure which is worse, your words or Beck's bottled beer
When it comes to drying out my love of good things its unclear

Just for the record that ****t is liquid Vegemite
And it'll blow your a$$hol3 open like a six pack of dynamite
I'll stick by the bottles of ***** and my shots of tequila
Then whatever the f**k you call those bars, like
Terminator over being weird!

a sip of deep blond
pain lessons
mastered by trapped monks

moist lips sigh
sensual overdose momentarily
smooth like mob barley

a frosted sign
through the fat bottomed glass
bubbles like a phoenix rising

over the ice-cold rim
clouds descending, swirling
brewing. churning the mind

a face expressionless
hardened with
expectations seldom met

but in glances
the eyes sing
verses come alive

unsung yet familiar tunes
of life, yours and mine
a sip and just web and froth

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they're signs she whispered
tightening her grip
with freedom tattooed wrists

A young man with ***** hands
walked into the bar.
He sat next to a blonde
of about the same age
and ordered a beer.
"Don't even try to talk to me,"
she said in an arrogant tone.
The young man didn't speak.
Defeated, he climbed off the stool.
He took a pull from the beer
and then dropped a crinkled fiver.
As he walked out the door,
the girl laughed out loud.
She showed us all
who was boss.