Sad Ken's Lonely Beer
Oh, woe. Oh, corner of pub.
Ken with his lonely beer,
Sad, forlorn. Whose round
Is it next? There’s the rub.

Where can he go but here,
In search of cheer and cheap beer?
But no friendly human smiles
Greet him after lonely miles.

No money, hope, or happy tune,
Just the jukebox blare
And thinning hair
And the cold face of the moon.

Glass, empty. Deep, heaving sigh.
A tear rolls down from his eye.
No more beer, it’s raining outside -
There’s only one choice: suicide.

[Copyright Doktor Skagra]
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Thu 14 Feb 2013, 21:03, 3 replies)

wtf
( Ken Oath, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 7:41, closed)

He's hoping some Dave will pityfuck him.

( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 15 Feb 2013, 8:37, closed)

I wish you'd fuck off.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 9:46, closed)