Posted by nrm on 1/16/2007, 4:28 pm hanging out i’m not sure what i hear the song all the sudden i’ve got some whiskey in my gut & maybe its zeppelin over the punk rock maybe Neil young’s me singing? people throwing i strip naked to go piss my face clean shaven maybe if I ever find a job again hell no. i tell myself that every time with no upper lip who knows. it all turns to by early Sabbath & what more could I ask for?
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for some reason
i’m thinking of the members
of the kinks
with elvis Costello
they are discussing
tired of waiting for you
playing over some static
fizzled radio
in the background
mixed with
i’m on a Mexican radio
by ‘wall of voodoo’
day tripper
by
the beatles
takes over
singing
hey hey..
what can I do?
of angry ;bad brains;
retarded kids
playing acoustic guitars
on a private beach…
chunks
of burnt hot dog
in my face
telling me I suck
in lake Michigan
first time in years
i still don’t understand
why I don’t have an upper lip
look into
collagen implants?
who cares.
so I’m ugly.
live with it.
i shave
everything clean..
that i'll never shave again
staring at myself.
who cares.
i’m drunk
& its just about
4:20 again
‘supernaut’
on this borrowed time
of freedom
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