Always feeling tipsy,
With my whiskey,
I am drinking scotch,
Sideways I am leaning,
Oh so leaning,
I need to stop,
Smooth is the flow,
My taste buds is on mosh,
The further I go,
I feel like I am on top,
At the bar sitting,
Chatting it’s happening,
I am going in,
Card game is popping,
To the corner of my brim,
Of my hat, my eyes wide open,
I think I am ready for fame,
Chilled is my evening,
This scotch is my everything.

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