.Quotidiennement,
Il s'administre le poison.
Quinze, vingt fois, ça dépend
De son humeur, c'est selon.
"Boit-sans-soif, pauvre saoulot,
Bon à rien, suce-goulot"
Disent les mauvaises langues "bientôt
Les croque-morts enduiront ton corps de chaux"
Il traîne de débit en.
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