I will hold my breath and wish.
I will shoot that devil`s hound.
I will be that drunken fish.
Two nights ago, on land so far,
my lust began that single blow.
Or was it in that dirty bar,
where everybody drowns their woe.
I know my chances were not close
to be so for my better luck.
And medicine – the usual dose,
could not have given at least a fuck.
When dust was cleared and sun was up,
my eyes were stuck on something fat.
I drank the water and booze in cup.
I slept with Gotham`s bat.
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