| Drunk Author: |
Pibroch |
| Description: |
Just a passing thought on the Good Life. |
| When: |
12/12/2004 3:23:56 PM |
| What: |
Just a passing thought on the Good Life. |
| Why: |
Who cares it is fucking great |
| de comment: |
This poem is damn-fucking-good. simple as that. please write more for us to enjoy. |
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| Scratching my balls |
Dinner two hours ago and the beans and brussel sprouts are
gumming up my gut.
The jukebox is screaming, the barmaid obnoxious and the goddamned beer too fucking warm.
Transcendental meditation while drooling on the bar towel
befuddles my brain and my toenails hurt.
My head feels like a lead football and I have to piss so bad it would be a feat of superhuman willpower to stand up and walk to the latrine.
God only knows the phosphorescent stench awaits me when I lay in bed under the beer and puke stained blankets tonight, snockered, belching, scratching my balls and cutting farts like a goddamn wheezing steam locomotive.
Yellowish snot seeps slowly out of my nose and I enjoy the sweet sour globules on the tip of my tongue.
More like riesling than chardonnay, with an amusing aftertaste. Never forget the better things in life.
can there be anything better than this, I think, as I meditatively scratch my ass.
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| Author, Pibroch |
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