Matoonies overboard
Drunk as a Cooter
Wasn’t he outscored
Like a real freebooter
No good balance
Can’t keep his feet
Hanging a valance
Swilling too sweet
Falling into the gutter
No stand up straight
Slipping like butter
Gagging on a date
If 6 were nine
And the sky the sea
Wouldn’t that be fine
To go on endlessly
Make up down
And here there
Square to round
Vacuum the air
Blacking out
Don’t know where
Full of doubt
Without a care
Again she’s drunk
No babysitting, just as sunk
Butterflies flitting
Got to be distraught
Nothing more to say
Hangover’s caught
Give your head away