Why can't all the hours of the day be happy hour?
No worries while people chill out on their own beach.
Raising glasses in the air filled with Tecate, Orange Shandy, or Woodbooger.
While stuffing faces with side dishes full of sugar.
This intoxication feeling inside of me should be in it's own bottle.
Place it in a 6-Pack with other versions to toggle.
Enjoying a Breakfast of Champions and feeling like one.
While wondering...what kind of champion have I become?
Words that tag along with champion are one's that follow.
Superior, Fighter, Winner, Warrior.
Four words that people should strive for daily.
That should get people's boat sailing.
The beast from within is starting to bark at me.
Louder than K-9 units barking at suspects on that sticky green.
Things may be blurry now, they will soon fall into place.
As you continue making that crooked line of yours straight.
Chasing the belt, the ring, or the cup.
Speaking of cups...bartender fill mine up.
One day you will raise your hand in glory.
With critiques crawling to find their broken jaws on the floor.
As we celebrate the new champion of the world.
Cheers.
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