Play my choon next.

 The meds are near out,

Fegs down to who is an actual smoker

And can prove it,

Beers maybe enough to dial a drink come out.

Dead bodies,

And a table littered to the point

Of you should get a taxi and get out.

But you never let the finer details get in the way.

You are here to prove a point

And won't let anyone get in the way.