Spontaneous Human Combustion
Attire afire
Things are getting kind of dire
Skin is singed
A blackish tinge
Hair's all aflame
A hellish endgame...
"Liquor on your Breath"
I smell liquor on your breath
Whether Johnny, Jane or Beth
In the morn' you'll feel like death
At least your not on crystal meth
I'm glad your still alive
If you imbibe don't drink and drive.
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