Don’t Go to a Bar. you don’t have to go that far. you’ll find people like me there hiding behind thickened skins. Advertisements
Open all day all night in light of dear Bukowski I think we could have been friends after a fist fight or two.
Oh woman I’m so weak I’m so troubled my brain needs another tweak submerge my mind back in those alcoholic bubbles
Life doesn’t go anywhere MONEY we don’t live forever FOOD love while you can ALCOHOL get a good job sell your soul work 25 years have a retirement party go home throw up in that toilet you should’ve cleaned better
Livin’ in Spain a lot (drinking ‘shots’ while humming my old tune…) withering away in winogaritaville man it’s