The Fifth Brigade An army of beer bottles Invaded my modest home. Occupied cupboards and Threw butter, cheese, milk And eggs out of the fridge. I was pissed last night and Shiny helmets litter floors. Sang rude songs, neighbours Knocked on walls and begged For mercy. I'm an old soldier now, fought Endless battles against demons And slain them all, only they Keep coming back for more and It's time for me to win the war
Reason for writing:
christmAS
Birth sign: Scorpio
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