Hungover smashed by a freight train
Glance beside the unknown drunk
Snoring away and swear 2 yourself
That today is going to be different
Stand up straight and accept reality
See paradise for a semblance of normality in your mind
What did u say?
Can't remember
The promises made by a touch of grape
And your forever living up to grandiose expectations
The buzz of sedation fooling you
Into believing the world at your fingertips
But choices are limited and so is this
Waste of a life until happy hour beckons...

You're getting too old
For this young man's game
Body is breaking down
And the rumours going around
That you're past prime
And making a jackass seem saintly
But to conform and let the second act unfold
Is to grieve over a substance that has carried
You through the beautiful and ugly...

You've always been impulsive
Patience of a saint not your forte
You want euphoria
Besides, its owed to you
One snort can't hurt
The lord won't call your number
For quite a fortnight
Down the hatch and everything
Will soon be wonderous
And the unknown drunk
Will join you in the pursuit
Of spiritual and other physical delights...

No defense against the temptation
As we find it quite offensive
That young punks trample and then piss
Upon the flowers at your grave...

P-Sep 24, 2008.