Kirk loved to drink and smoke.
He never could keep a dime, he was always broke.
He never had enough money to pay his rent.
Money would burn in his hands.

Unless it was foolishly spent.
Kirk was a shiftless bum.
He would beg for money from his friends.
And put them on the run.

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