still walking

finally full of fireball

i hit the street in this pub crawl

project pitchfork, mp3

set another cigarette free

 

got myself another cat

she eats and eats and now she’s fat

my middle name is excess

i fill her bowl, say, “be my guest”

 

all i’ve eaten getting wasted

bar peanuts i have tasted

walk inside another bar

a draft beer, here we are

 

living off my royalties

education, literacy

means books sell, i’m doing well

and all i do is fucking spell

 

guy next to me reeks of weed

bar food ravaged for his need

a whisky shot, another beer

and i am fucking out of here

 

switch the tunes to rollins band

light a smoke and reprimand

another pack of smokes is gone

this pack was three hours long

 

hey look there’s a liquor store

go inside and buy some more

plus a pint and bag of chips

all this stuff passing my lips

 

is really all i want to do

well, when i can i like to screw

while make believing i’m in love

but few words rhyme with the word love

 

i hit the pint, light a smoke

walk like wheels missing a spoke

recite jim morrison and rimbaud

check my phone, it’s not odd

 

that no one wants to hang with me

so female glances i will see

pour on my harrison ford charm

till she’s disrobed and in my arms

 

leave her at the light of day

sleep while sunshine has its way

then i walk, no, then i stalk

the dark streets of decay

 

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