Paper Flask
Up on the proudest shelf
Perched the new bestseller
Safe to say it wasn't Twain
Or a copy of Old Yeller
Just some freshly pissed-out thoughts
The pages were still warm
But the people filed in
And soon a line was formed
The world's getting drunk
On a paper flask
Pass it around, pass it around
The world's getting drunk
On a paper flask
And never coming down
The headlines screamed of horror
Come and get your dose
The paper quickly sold out
To the scared and the morose
Death, disease, dismemberment
With unequaled fascination
Buy your troubles here, my dear
It's the new sensation
The world's getting drunk
On a paper flask
Pass it around, pass it around
The world's getting drunk
On a paper flask
And never coming down
Poetry by StillHoppin
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Written on 2013-04-12 at 14:47
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