Here, I wrote a poem for you devilish drinkers:
Drink is a drug,
It's worse than crack.
Sheeps go bahhhh,
Ducks go quack.
If you drinks the beers,
You'll surpress your fears,
You'll think you're Richard Gears,
And you'll fancy queers.
Drink is a plague,
It's worse than William Hague,
It'll make you bald,
And make what you say vague.
You dribble all day,
And fart all night,
You'll think you're a woman,
And your tele's black and white.
Drink is a cancer,
You'll feel like a dancer.
You'll jump straight on a woman.
You wont try to romance her.
You'll get so high.
You'll lose the use of your eyes.
And you'll go for a piss.
And forget to zip up your flies.
Drink is discusting.
Your bladder will be busting.
You'll get brewers droop,
And won't be able to go thrusting.
Over fat women you'll be lusting.
Con men you'll be trusting.
Your arteries will be crusting.
And you'll neglect the dusting (tut tut tut)
Ok, time for some breakfast, but I have no milk, so I'm gonna put some vodka in it!!!!
