Whilst Drinking Beer

Whilst drinking beer
I think on the queer
Ways in which men choose
To lose
Their cash.

Some, in a moment rash
To the cassino go
And stake, what they have not got,
On fortune’s wheel,
And complain of a rraw deal
When they lose all.

Others for a callgirl fall.
Her kisses are divine
And the wine
To. but, between me and you
The company
Isn’t free,
And its no surprise
That the smile, in her eyes
Fades away
When he can no longer pay.

And, when the debt collector is at the door
The cassino
And the pretty whore
Have no
interest in him, anymore.

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