Hubris will take you down…
Punchy
He took a swing at it
That drunk punch
Right
On the knows
A simple solution
For every won
Of his complexes
Thirst out of the gate
Lust to finish
Sow fool of himself
Running on empty
Stuffed with stuff
His soul cry
Filler up
Convinced he was punching
Down
For it
The count
Flat out
Flooring it
“You’re not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.” –Dean Martin
