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By Star of David Date: 2008 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2008.08.21.23.08.25309]] |
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I’ve stopped smoking now I don’t see the point anymore And now that the drinking has begun I thought one vice would do. Hold on a minute. Did I say one? Must be the vodka going to my head Mingling with the voices that whisper There’s more than one, love, Way more than just one. And so I wait, again Minus the crutch of a cigarette And I still drink more coffee than Anyone in their right mind should But then again, where am I? Certainly not in my right mind I haven’t been there in years That’s a different country now Like history, and fidelity. But I digress. Back to the vodka. There’ll be more on Saturday night, I intend to drink until 6 a.m. Sunday morning And then stand under a waterfall With the water crashing onto my head It’s an experience no one should miss Grab it at every available opportunity Trust me, it’s worth it. Like vodka, really. I didn’t think it’d be worth the trouble But I know better now About waterfalls and vodka And yet, it hasn’t helped, still Not with these memories When I think I’ve finally lost it It turns up, there it is again And again. Damn these ghosts. I’d shoot myself to stop the voices But then, who’d drink the vodka? |