roll out the barrels

the sounds of dueling accordians rumble through the walls against all odds

like a massacre at a polka championship, blood and lederhosen sprays the walls

spilled flagons of dark ale stain the carpet, threabare from rolling out too many barrels

the prussians are coming, death glinting in their inebriated eyes, they come for me next

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