To be thinking of the little things,
Like how much you disgraced yourself,
After having a few drinks.
When you did things that you would never do,
But for the restraints of sobriety,
Not to say that you'd never thought of it,
But never as a member of society.
And the effects rage on, for now it's the morning,
Continue to relieve the inner police,
With commendations for sufficient restraint,
From completely undermining relief.
And it's alright,
Nothing really happens,
That one has to worry about, all's forgiven.
So, go out an do it again.
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