Jack poured a shot
That’s what he does best
Hiding his plot
Under his vest
*
Warming my soul
On gasoline
An empty hole
His liquor feeds
*
Sent me out walking
In the grass
I slipped and fell, bruising
Both pride and ass
*
He raised his glass
Smirked while he laughed
He poured more jack
Behind my back
*
I couldn’t see
The frozen street
I slipped upon
Under my feet
*
This Jack of trades
With ice and booze
Used my mistakes
As his own tools
*
I’d like to say
It was my first time with frost
But that’d be a lie
So, make another toast
*
Icy and slick
Just my type these days
I make me sick
Bring on the freeze
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