Wasted - Poem by Conor Young
Oh Jesus Christ would you look at us
We’re bashed, blitzed and bombed.
Plastered, pissed and polluted.
Sloshed, stewed and schnockered
Tipsy, tanked and totalled
We’re weak, wobbly, whirling and woozy and we’re very very wasted
But we are far from merry.
We’re carnal, corrupt and contemptible.
Dastardly, debauched and degrading
Immodest, indecent and immoral
Scandalous, shocking and sinful
We’re vile, villainous, vulgar and fantastically so,
We’re Daddy’s worst nightmare and we’re on the prowl.
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