Should be "drunken-minded man" but who cares
the main thing is no-one can even think about selling their wares
covered in vomit, sprawled pubes-up in a gutter
(and I don’t mind what you mind about what I should or shouldn’t utter).
We all have our escapes, the question is from what?
Of course a drunken-hearted man cares not a jot
He's just some poor silly sod who's ripe for a fleecing
even in this age of zero tolerance policing.
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