karma comes to play
when a bastard goes astray
barrel bottom blues
karma comes to play
in wee hours or bright of day
stark silence of fail
when one goes astray
to a place of no return
dingos sniff your trail
barrel bottom blues
as they rip out your entrails
pieces everywhere
A bit gruesome
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This card seemed like an anomaly in the pack of postcards I got, but not all can be peaches and cream, especially when it comes to drunken louts.
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Yep, very true my friend.
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I’ve know a few of those in my life!
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Same here.
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a grim ending (K)
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