Monday, June 24, 2013

The Show Must Go On

In light of last nights drunken festivities, huzzahhhh!
My morning cereal went down like a handful of eight penny nails
Your voice the hammer that tacked shut my shithead coffin
Last nights words were meant for me and my self-loathing

I'll take my serial homewrecker van and drive
A path that jerks like an epileptics seizures, hold my tongue
To a place where the new "she" will latch on and dress me
In clothes that she will prescribe like illegal anti-depressants

And when she feels my change has settled in evenly
The solids separated from the putrid liquids
I will sweep myself into the finest gold lined dust pan
And take her out for drinks and verbal manslaughter

Really folks....the show must go on