I drank too many alcohols
To keep my thoughts in order
So when he brought my breakfast
I lambasted the porter
And said he was a commie
That his wife looked just like Stalin
And then I threw some bottles
Which made him put a call in
To the mens in charge
Who were quite large
And they gave me sneers
While I pounded beers
But I didn't care
And I let them stare
I kicked up my feet
But when I went to eat
The tray was filled with bagels
Yet when I sorted through that junk
Not a one of thems was onion
And I knew I'd ordered drunk
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