Clubbing and Drugging

by

Jude Eydmann

Hands in the air, my life is fine
Though a smudge on God's design.
Legs both gone numb, and a messy head
Take their clothes off when they're dead.

Screw all the rest, I am the best
("Soft-one, please get dressed!")
Desire hard, quick draw in the yard
And the worthless I discard.

Your fucking drug's in a coffee mug
This despair pit we've both dug
My mate didn't check, and he broke his neck
I laugh 'cause I'm a nervous wreck.

No sleep last night, please kill the light
'Cause the tiredness comes to fight.
Round the bend, will our skewed minds mend?
Still I'll do some more next weekend.

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by: Hay Machine
from: Dublin, Ireland

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