The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The Whiskey Diet
I am on a new diet, called Whiskey
Reducing off my sanity
In a society that betrays
On this diet, I've lost…. Days!
Cheap to do, easy to forget
The Whiskey diet, full of regret
Calories are there, but in liquid form
The whiskey diet, from dusk till dawn
The Whiskey diet comes in all tastes
It keeps me sane in the London Estates
The side affects is that it makes me shiver
And seriously damages my liver
It's bad for my skin and my breath
And if I carry on, certain death!
I don't lose weight, just time
But at least the Whiskey is mine.



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