Strychnine
by Garrison Locke
Yesterday I drank a beer it was marvelous!
Poisonous it tasted…what is that twinge?
Hey look a donkey said the bubble,
what the crap it’s Barney Rubble.
There is a needle in my eye,
oh my God do I feel high.
This poison beer has made me rhyme,
excuse me sir dost thou have lime?
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