With cum and bourbon in her hair
The drunkard takes her final bow.
And sniffing all the angel dust
She listened with contempt.
My good ole' friend, Jim Beam, and I
Went partying back in 1999--
Forgot the way our eyes could shed
And let me know what he had said;
That death, in time, would come to me
Visit, awaken me in my sleep...
Fucking till the break of dawn
My head exploding with his words...
Cum, cum -- swim!
Feel the decline
Not to keep me checked in stride
Cum and bourbon in my hair
And drunken, I forgot despair;
The science I forgot to share
And bare.

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