Partied like a rock star, and became a rolling stone wandering cacti roads mouth as dry as a salt bed Jose Cuervo at Lake Havesu catch a frisbee; hit the bong, but nowhere to go--is this freedom? sleeping on the Dodge's back seat, must stretch out the food stamps fill & run at the gas station looking for the next party give plasma for a nickel bag suck the frosted keg empty barf the Coors up secretly (under a friend's bedspread) full of insincere giggles mannequin dolls their paint peels I burn out - crash
Inevitable
17
Nov