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GREAT AMERICAN TRAGEDY 

HE GRABBED ME AROUND MY SLENDER NECK,
I COULD NOT CALL OR SCREAM,
AND DRAGGED ME TO HIS DINGY ROOM
WHERE WE COULD NOT BE SEEN.
HE TORE AWAY MY FLIMSY WRAP
AND LOOKED UPON MY FORM,
I WAS SO COLD AND DAMP AND SCARED
WHILE HE WAS HOT AND WARM. 
HIS FEVERISH LIPS HE PRESSED TO MINE, 
I GAVE HIM EVERY DROP
HE DRAINED ME OF MY VERY SELF,
I COULD NOT MAKE HIM STOP
HE MADE ME WHAT I AM TODAY,
THAT'S WHY YOU FIND ME HERE-
A BRICKEN BOTTLE THROWN AWAY. 
THAT ONCE WAS FULL OF BEER.