Author’s Note: This Post is Drunk. Just Ignore it.
You Shall Be Better Served By Your Ignorance of It–
This post will make NO SENSE!
Which is entirely my POINT!
It is NOT SUPPOSED TO!
Don’t Fly away from me!
I come from Armadillo
With a Banjo On My Knee!
I am not stupid
(In some ways I Yam)
I know all the women in this band move me
If you have
And Thank You
Sweet Baby James
DIS gonna be one ah dem clanging banging horses in mid-stream conciousness–messes-confesses–
You have been properly and prudently warned
“Whatever Lance,” abusive muse said. “Take five vodkas and call me in the mourning.” She said.
“BITCH!” I said back.
Before she left out my door, she sexy-slinked over to me, gave me a taste of her beautiful seductive, sometimes loving eyes. Then slapped the shit out of my face.
As I was picking me up off the floor, I said to her departing figure,
“I love you Muse!”
She glanced over her shoulder as she walked away from me just-one-more-time,
“I am through with you! Go fuck yourself! And never, never, ever EVER! Call me again!”
Please try to imagine my despair.
I give zero fucks about food
I give zero fucks about money
I give zero fucks about fortune
I give zero fucks about fame
I give one or two fucks about booze
I may give three about Copenhagen snuff
And other un-named stuff
All other fucks I have to gladly, willingly give,
I give to my Muse.
My Pygmalion-Created lover.
If she leave me.
I am for reals
And I will commit suicide.
Some Small Reference:
“Gonna hurt ya permanent”