Knegarn

Laying on the sidewalk, covered in his own feces,
Looking like some other world species,

he's drunk and quite disoriented,
I take a quick look and realize its Sean, my friend

Sean is twenty seven years old,
about the same age as the whiskey the barkeeper sold,

Sean found it funny to proclaim,
That liquor was his surname,

At the age of six Sean had already made up his mind about his career,
It' was to sit on his frontlawn, drinking beer,

Summer went and winter came, Sean got cold sitting on the frontlawn with a bottle of whiskey and his jar,
He realized it might have looked a bit bizarre,

As Sean had finished his last six pack,
He suddenly had a flashback,

Sean remembered seeing bottles of sweet Alcohol,
Through the window of his neighbour Tom's house, that's it, wait for nightfall,

The sun dissapeared beyond the horizon and there was a rainfall,
Sean went over to his neighbours house, light up a smoke which happened to be a menthol,

Sean encroached on his neighbours bar cabinet,
as he approached he got attacked by the house midget,

After the midget attack, Sean managed to stay sober, 
but unfortunally his life shortly after took a bad turn and well.. was over,
 
Sean's life ended with a liver diseas, irony?
Not according to his doctor and me.