Shames me to say it, but the coffee absolutely creased me
Took me down a notch, just when I thought I was onto a winner, an ox with a fair degree of moxy
My ferocious mind doing ninety
Happy out ’til I stupidly opted on continuously giving the waitress a shitload of shouts
My eyes started to dart, a ‘creative’ that just could not find its fucking way!!
She had to wonder “what the hell is this funny Irish fella all about?”
I sure had some clout, motor-mouth meets pramface, all too enticed by the nice-not-great looking waitress
This is fucking crazy!!!
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