She likes a drink,
It’s fair to say.
For it never lets thinking,
Get in the way.

And five a day,
Keeps the gremlins away.

There’s sooo much to do,
Why, it’s gotten her blue.

Mustn’t worry,
‘Bout money,
Or the boss being funny.
Or the streets being packed,
Or a brain half-cracked.

T’is a slap in the face,
This human race.

And when one gets raggedy,
She’d rather be maggoty.

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