an afternoon out
a glorious drunk
sitting next to the window washer
clicking off to whoever was looking ov'r his shoulder
and next to
the nice Irish gent
who I have sorta 'known' for years
but rarely do i say 'hey'
and the old boys
talking of important people they know (i'm sure it's not talk)
and, of course the soccer couple-
no- do not look over! (trouble is in the looking)
they root for Portugal
and ignore the Sox
and me
an orange and a fourth a bowl of cereal
only this have i eaten
(worried) stuffeed by force
it's 2 pm and I haven't eaten yet
except for cafe
-and lots
seven by normal people standards
sitted
Lanigans
on the bar
half and a half and then a half
but not
an alley trip to boot
enough down
to teach me elsewise
if I wasn't working to-morrow
here'i'd'sit
Sox and European Cup
styling nicely
So I stagger back
worried since there is a nite game J & B
stomachs and imbibbing, but:
may to-nite we be like Ballack
5 comments:
Hilts - it s gonna sound real good, rite, you fucked fuck.
try drinking 9 cups of cafe next time, asshole.
what - hilts, you are a bitch among bitches. if i ever get close to you, i will fuck yr face up bitc style , y bitch
hilts had a triplet/ who knew evrything about shitlet/ she was cranking like crazy/ @ the slimy im in
cree keepz komin' klozer/
zaying zi zan zeel zit zin mine bonze/
i have takn such a goodm one, the world must never have a future, becaus eit swirls around like style.
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