Sitting with my 'forefathers' drinking whiskey
I'm alive, could this be paradise?
I'm poor yet I look stinkingly rich
I laughed, I'm just a jester of myself
Lavishly spent my fortunes on 'bottles'
I should have own a lot if not for these bottles
Now I owe a lot because of these bottles.
~ Marvis Ayebor ~
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