You always die the death of an old hag..
Inebriated with unsurmountable sadness
You walk around in that jazzy fashion
Swaying this way and that
Holding onto dear life, but slipping off like a slimy snail
Leaving behind the trail that abhorred everyone around you.
You stink, of that liquor that dejects the very soul.
You reek of the failures
Where did you learn to achieve that?

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