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Wasted

I'm wasted, pasted, dad gum eraseded,

in the sorry state of confusion I'm in.

I'm a fish out of water, fixing to splatter,

as I leap from my fishbowl without fin.

I know what I otter, in and out of water,

but as a fish, I'll just fry in the sun.

Lost all that work, such a big jerk,

all along thought it was fun.

But all was not lost, just the cost,

of everything going down the drain.

Do it now before they do it to you,

leave it to others and the sweet rain.

To wash away the sour stench,

pay forward the wretched refrain.

So, if you're looking to get wasted,

punched and deep purple pasted.

Don't count on me to step in.

Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull

6/10/21

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