I live in a trailer the county is about to condemn,
I wake up each morning with my lungs full of phlegm,
My girlfriend left me for a man with a job,
She said I was just a hillbilly beer drinking slob,
I can’t work computers or barely a phone,
And, the state IRS just won’t leave me alone,
I got no money for lawyers, so they know I’m easy to rob,
Because I’m just a poor hillbilly beer drinking slob,
I can’t pay any rent; soon I’ll be out in the cold,
All my stuff to the pawn shops, I’ve already sold,
If I had a beer, over my beer I would sob,
For I’m just a poor hillbilly beer drinking slob.
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Showing posts with label BEER DRINKING POEM. Show all posts
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Friday, December 1, 2023
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