...Memory recalling...the inebriated boy
Trying to get betwixt and between....
Whining and pining humping and grinding
....Drunk...as a skunk...at seventeen
Sittn' here considering the conundrum
....Ain't got it...confirmed....just yet
Somebody molested Ford...Republicans agree
....Victim's positive....that somebody...is Brett
Now martyred...blaming the game of "Quarters"
.....Or "Devil's Triangle"...as it's more commonly known
While horny at seventeen...drunk as a skunk
.......When those dastardly deeds...were sown
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That whining and pining....humping and grinding
.....Revisiting...life's traumatizing scene
Memory recollecting...the boy of seventeen
...Trying...to get betwixt....and between
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