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On-again, Off-again, Drunk-Again Corrigan

I watched him from my room held high

            By a window near the wall

I watched him lean as he had been

            Off the curb, then on-again.

 

He leaned against the stop-go sign

            All bright in red and green

He spit and coughed and fell on ten

            On the street, then off-again.

 

She swaggered from the barroom door

            A bitch in all detail

I’ll cuss and kick all dirty men

            Who come all droolin’ drunk again.

 

He lay there pockets open wide

            Grinning a loathsome grin

He cursed into the smoke-filled den

            "Don’t piss me off, I'm Corrigan."

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