Pour me a glass or six, dear bartender
You seem to forget that we've been through this through and through
Quench my thirst for forgetfulness and happiness in its most vulgar base shape
I am happy in this state and you, them cannot get to me
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I love this, Medea. A fascinating drinking song! ! Please try and read my 'Old jazz club'
A very captivating poem this