I'm too drunk to even give this a title-
He who laughs last,
Laughs loudest.
But what happened to the first?
His giggles have subsided,
Replaced with
Unquenchable thirst.
Lying in a barrel
Bruised and roundly battered
His false existence of a dream
has publicly been shattered.
He wanders round now aimlessly
Confused and slowly spurned
The fault he finds it blamelessly
Having lost all respect he'd earned.
Bitter rises with the bile,
He finds now in his throat.
The failure it does linger a while,
As he sheds this Earthly coat.
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