He manipulates from a hideout,
yearning for an alcoholic drink,
Since this is infiltration, I shout,
if he comes before me, I will kick.
How does he intrude, and so irrevocable,
my life in shambles, lecherous not amenable.
Even when my stomach bleeds, he says drink
he is a fiend.his soul stink
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