the year was 1900 and I was a king,
a sparse one, with no kingdom left.
so sad, went to a bar,
and started thinking,
not about being a king,
but,
drinking,
and thinking about drinking
more and more;
so that, eventually,
i started to enjoy myself.
why not?
is not the greatest thing
about drinking
thinking about your next pint?
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