Gimme a Beer

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I enter in this bar, I sit and loudly shout:
"Hey Barman, give me a beer as cold as my ex's heart"
He tell me I'm not 18. Which is right. So I take a Coke.
Cokes remember me at her. I know I'm wrong, I should forgive.
But I wont. Cause i always forgive. I'm sick of forgiving...
A pretty girl enters in the bar. She's pretty. Did I said it yet?
Anyway. She preciely said me that no one will love me.
Who would? I'm not "simple". I want to puke saying that...Simple.
The pretty girl of the bar have a boyfriend. He's just arrived.
Fantastic. I think i'll go. As a cowboy, I get off my sit and leave.
But the barman call me, I havn't paid. I search my pockets...
Shit. I don't have a single fucking coin on me.

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