It’s the dunken trailer trash who brashen up a hoe tonight,

Family Christmas dinner but I think I might bend an elbow to lose a sight,

Grab a bite to eat,

gobble prescriptions from the nearest oxy clinic

head off next to get “red stripe”

Frosty caking it with an overweight motorcyclist dike

Jiving over the moon with “devil in a pale moon light”

Kill’em all throw’em in a ditch . . . remember last night?

Got off the late night shifts and its crysnax that you wanna do,

3,2,1 kids in 1 minute now got something up

when I take their mother down the lake to and show her my favorite moves,

in 1,2,3 seconds its not time to go and who the fuck is buck

more like its “tide to go”  to clean these periwinkle stains of blood off the dashboard in the truck,

Lollygagging in a cut, looking for some champagne to pick up tonight

Dirty as I’m riding in a 57 commodore that really isn’t mines,

grip the wheel, honk for what about to happen next,

Amok me like “Andre The Bronson,” after downing a cap of klonopin,

Cruised to a lake, to binge this piece of trash,

Sure if you ask anyone else that ass looks nice but to me it looks better in a plastic bag,

This is prodigal tantrum gargle like a dyslexic

mumbling taboo,

I present tense, when history repeated itself the Night

Richard came through,

The last bit of sess sky high as dawn glazes to 26th

Crepuscule

Never satisfied eyes depict the

Cratitude

Just another hefty in the lake with a card & bow that says

“Get well soon” . . . hoe