Most people think to much
I'm usually one of them
Except for times when I should
In those moments
I like to tell myself stories
Like when I lose my boyfriend
In a shitty part of town
Instead it's an epic tale
Of my one true love
Who has been snatched away by bar trolls
And they have him suspended
Seventeen stories high
Above a boiling, yeasty brew
In a great, cavernous underground chamber
And I have to battle
Through waves of garishly painted banshees
Haha, but I have disguised myself
Painted up, like one of them
They've caught me!
I always forget to wear more brown!
But darlin...
Here's your drink...
Oh yea...thanks

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