Before tomorrow I’d like to impart
All the stringents from the start:
You kick me off and I cannot stop,
I’ll slake your thirst ‘til gone o’clock,
For it’s far too late for mortal souls
To canvass at saloons alone,
But where can chance affect its throw
If not with us and all we know.
The empathy has long since relieved
Itself of all it once believed,
So raise yourself up to the bar
Before your glass has strayed too far.
I’ve got the urge to ride the role,
And toil inside its alcohol,
Until the sun lights our behaviour
Or highlights someone else’s favour.
Forgive my language and bless my soul
For the last embrace was my own goal,
And I’ll try to anticipate your needs
As flesh upon your body breeds.
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