He’s Drunk

He's drunk.
He's as drunk as a working class bear on the first pay day of Spring.
Drunker than a sailor who just found out that hooker was a man. 
Drunkest of all the drunk, the mayor of drunk town, the heavy weight champion of the world of drunk.

He is drunk.
He is sitting beside me,
On this tram,
And he wants to chat.





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