Once upon a whiskey bourbon, while I watched my ice a-meltin’,
Stacks of pizza boxes littering the floor—
While the dog, her water lapping, suddenly there came a capping,
In the middle of 50 Cent rapping, rapping words that I abhor—
“‘Tis some gangbanger,” I muttered, “capping just outside my door—
Only this and nothing more.
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