Walking around in your underwear,
Screaming like a banshee,
You impress no one with a bottle in your hand,
Filled with booze to the top,
Half-full or half-empty,
No one cares, amigo,
For you look like an idiot doing the
Things you are doing.
No one understands your raving,
No one understands you in your drunkenness,
Whether you suffer from dementia or schizophrenia,
No one really knows,
But you're barfing all over,
And your hangover will get you nowhere.
Drop the bottle,
Stop partying,
And come join us in reality,
Where you truly belong.
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