Big Bob always said that he led a charmed life
Though he lost his job, his home and his wife.
But the only comfort that Bob ever needed
Was a bottle of booze, and he never heeded
The doctor’s dire warnings about his liver
Malt liquor flowed into his mouth like a river
One day crossing the street, he was praising his luck
When he chanced to look up, he saw the Mack truck.
© August 30, 2005 by Allan M. Heller
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