The Poet Mac

Shut the fuck up
Pull up a chair
Welcome to the last good time
The summers gotten colder
Your boxing days are over
You solid gold bastard, you swine
I’ll die of the rotgut
But you’ll take my hand
Cause these fluorescent motel whiskey cable nights are
The best that I’ve ever had
Don’t fucking laugh
I’ll cut out your tongue
And leave it in a motel washrag
This pool isn’t heated but I’m
Naked and underneath it
I’m gunna go to this party but I’m gunna go stag
I’ll die of the rotgut
But you’ll take my hand
Cause these fluorescent motel whiskey cable nights are
The best that I’ve ever had