the last word

he sits in a bar drinking his fill 

thinking all would be fine 

his pockets full of money 

saying evrything is mine ,

byeing rounds for everyone 

and all think he is grate 

but in a  short while all will change 

he is about to know his fath ,

he stands up from his stool 

sayind , i most go to my bed 

they where the last words that  he said 

as the blood clot filled his head 

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The moral of my story is -

you must sit down and think 

if you cant teke the  spirets and ale

then for goodness  sake dont drink ,