Liquor run dry,
Personal prohibition is at hand
No hazy lights or fuzzy impressions,
Just a dry well and a matter of fact perpetuation
The plastic flask goes unattended,
Clear and clear, its contents invisible,
If it was animated and could speak, it might wonder and such a turn of events
The change is due to lack of capital gains,
As there is no room for a down payment buzz when the printed money is short
This luxury, although considered harmful, must be bottled up for a more appropriate time
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