Again, a poem that was written the same night as "Insomnia" and "Midnight". I think while I wrote this David and Roger were playing Quarters with whiskey shots. They tried to get me to play and I think I did for a very little while, just long enough to realize I suck at the game and to get even drunker.
Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol!
I worked my way past a whore,
I tell the man I want a brew.
So I spent the night in the hall
Copyright © 2002 Christopher Burns
I hear the sound of last call.
I stumble my way to the bar,
As I smoke a big cigar.
Whom I screwed once befor,
Past a cloud of Mary J smoke,
And some guys snorting coke.
He said, "Forget it dude! You're through!"
He said that I was one bad mess.
It was true I must confess.
And dreamt of Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol.