mass graves of Durdens dead, their memories long gone

shrubberies of discontent, those wacks sure didn't last long

time of reflection, the crow flies for the hills

he saw his darkly image, a gangster without his pills

now the mornings' here and the bottle has dried up

only remnants of blood swirled vomit, fills a lone mans cup

so he tips his hat to drunkards den, as he speaks in slurs and blather

don't forget to take two aspirin, and drink a tall glass of water!

Drunky looks up at his beloved family member Raylan_Givens in disgust...

"A glass of water?? Jesus Fuck boy, have I not taught you anything?"

Drunky takes a swig of moonshine, pops 2 pills of whateverthefuckwasonthecounter, and saunters out into the streets to continue working for the slave driver.

Raylan checks the counter to see if his Pinex laxatives are still there..

"You son of a bitch! I needed those!"

"Give it a good moonshine night that lasts for 15 years and than tell me you don't want fuckin' wata!"

Raylan reaches for his whiskey like a baby for a binky before slipping through the kitchen doors to double count his money after the swarm of fiends that have been roaming 'round here lately.