A Foggy Clue

Kicking back in the Foggy Dew

Evening rolling in

Water on ice for me

Let the night begin.

But management refuses me

A short charge on my phone

Stupid prick thinks I am mean

And sends me packing home…

As if! I trot across the road

To Mulligan & Haines

That manager can go to hell

May hellfire burn his brains!

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