I clutch the bottle tight to my chest.
Got the rickets, the rash,
But I'm feeling all right. Now I've had a sniff of the party juice,
Dancing now; shaking me balls fast and loose.
Hey Hebey Pass the bong on Over;
Hey Christian take a snort of this shit;
Hey Abdul time to take a brew or two.
Easter in the Holy City can be a good day.
Just forget the nailed bearded bastard for a time.
Relax and turn your blood into wine.
Poet Larryette
Jewusaislam
1993
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