So much gold the Bacardi Breezers thought their drinker was Croesus

Lack nowt, got seconds and thirds

Private Slack just for sexts from damp skirt

Blackouts no curtains

Went Kurtz over earnings

Text warning as a courtesy

Keep you looking out those curtains to the curb

Cursed so I’m curt

Worst just keeps getting worse

Worzel how they’re gumming

Initial projections gubbins

Outside business upping drumming 

Up in Dundrum

Got one wetter than a Donegal drumlin

Keep hash cubes in a Drum tin

Drank 8 tins now I’m drunk.

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