“I am God”, said an asswipe.
Blew his horns, sounded from a pipe.
All you bloody did was see a shrink,
Who helped you get outside of hell’s brink.
Like a Jungle-man beating his chest,
You proclaim that you are the best.
You can walk on water,
Do things like in the gutter.
Make wine out of pee-pee,
Glamorous gold shit-shit.
Fucking whores on a schoolnight,
I’mma choke your windpipe.
Don’t mess with me, dickhead,
Might light fire to your fucking bed.
Continuing with the photography, this was pre-meditated. Four Budweisers down, I wa able to carefully peel off the stickers off the bottle and label them on the tabby.
He has been my billboard for most anything.
🍻 Do not drink and drive. Put the bottle aside, pull over, take a swig, and then drive.
Nooo… seriously, it is not a question of capability, it is a question of safety. Drink at home or Uber. 😬
No cocktail works,
The bartender shook and stirred;
I asked him to add a few of my ingredients.
He filled me a pitcher with an umbrella.
I said my goodbyes and sat by the water.
Dusk turned to dawn,
The pitcher was long gone.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of a fairytale,
The sun came up and seagulls started squawking.
I opened my eyes and saw the sun.
Cheeks dried, sand on feet;
I stumbled back to where it began,
With daggers in my heart,
And images an effigy burning.
I keep living, I keep dreaming.
My body is Wakandan.
It refuses to just give up,
When my heart and mind,
Have given up and asked me to drown.