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
Oh my the price one must pay for tying one on...:)
ReplyDeleteDamn that hammer!
ReplyDeleteWow, I have to read it again...the epileptic
seizure path is
so raw and real-
Your dizzy dance has me entranced
and so true the show must go on!
Wowzers, the cereal like a handful of nails, the epileptic path, the makeover and the verbal manslaughter. Wickedly good.
ReplyDeletehah, i kinda love this.
ReplyDeleteOh, Corey... Such a quixotic moment has been captured here!
ReplyDeleteI've just made my way through the poems written for your prompt and have been blown away. Thanks for a glorious challenge!
a path that jerks like an epileptic seizure...that line should go down in history.bravo brother.hats off!
ReplyDeleteUm, have we dated?
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