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The ABSINTHE
By Ralph Pinchyboy

Absinthe, I dig you, really!
It's like, when I do a shot,
I'm smokin' a real big joint,
over at Bob's when his mom ain't home.

Your smell freaks me out
You're all cloudy
It's like seeing naked girls,
through a hole in the boys locker room.

So what, louchey Dude!
That you cost more than heroin,
As long as I get ripped;

And if, before class,
I smell like a licorice factory,
the teacher will never know.