As night descends I hear the clarion call Of an old favorite To begin the ball. A bit underage And no cash on me Yet I get it still A five-fingered courtesy. I twist off the cap And dive into mine Life's rather short I ain't wasting no time. Pedal to the metal Lips to the rim Racing towards Hell Full of vices and sin. The world flies by The liquid is drained Bottle is empty And nothing remains. Searching for dregs With a slight frown Feel a bit sad Feel a bit down. But I worry not 'Cause thanks to foresight I stole plenty more Having stockpiled tonight. So with a grin I begin afresh And before I know I've drunk all the rest. Crazy street lights Blaze through my wine haze Nearly perished three times Still I am unphazed. I slip from the pack My cancerous friend Fervently hoping I light the right end. I sing songs of joy And songs of sorrow Living today With no thought of tomorrow. There is no throwing up A good night it seems For another one of those Good ol' MD 20/20 dreams. -Ian
Reason for writing:
aah, to be young and dextrous at fiilching...all I gotta say is
I wrote it because, I was drunk and inspired, (same thing to me ..almost, hahaha) I was a master thief and a insatiable wino, if anyone knows what MadDog is, u gotta know that it is some of the most vile shit around, however , for a time, it was my beverage of choice, especially since the flat bottle fit ever so nicely into me large pockets. Use to have contests to see who stole the most, heh. Invariably I won.
I submitted this literary turd because I am hoping just ONE person more reads this and leaves with an added feeling of 'wrongness', whatever that is, baaahhahaha
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