by Unknown
Oct 2015 735 Views 0 comments
Fish guts
Drunken bloody puke up
Over the side
Someone yells he’s burlin’ up
On this bloody boat ride
Who organized the pecks paste sangers
On this fishing trip
Along with all this alcohol
Sh*t I think I’m getting ripped
This dodgy food and drinking
And the fish guts everywhere
I think I’ve had enough
Not that anyone would care
I surely can’t wait till I get back to the shore
Because if I was asked again
I would do this no more
Over the side
Someone yells he’s burlin’ up
On this bloody boat ride
Who organized the pecks paste sangers
On this fishing trip
Along with all this alcohol
Sh*t I think I’m getting ripped
This dodgy food and drinking
And the fish guts everywhere
I think I’ve had enough
Not that anyone would care
I surely can’t wait till I get back to the shore
Because if I was asked again
I would do this no more
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Posted: Oct 2015
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