WHERE DO THE FUCKED UP FRENCH GO?

I walk down my street
To get more scotch
Sure, they’re all out there
It’s Friday night
Nine PM
I wanna see
I wanna smell
The fucked up French
I walk past a café
They’re all drinking
Some hot chicks
And I try to feel them
Try to smell the fucked up a niss
Of the French
But it’s not there
I return with scotch
I study them
What’s wrong with them?
I sniff the air
Hoping to smell the fucked up a niss
They should be drunk
They should be dark
But it’s not there

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