Nights out

|Poetry|

Mountains are scaled,
Arguments fail,
I almost turn tail,
But fasten the coat,
Enough icing to sink a boat,
Captain feelin manic,
Sailing the bloody titanic,
And the British are coming,
The music is drumming,
Being swallowed in one bite,
Raise my fists I have to fight,
Riot redness flush my cheeks,
Bloody famished I forgot to eat,
Another lightweight
Out in eight
In by ten,
Lets do it all over again.

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