Smoking Rats

I ate a guitar
and skateboarded far.
I kissed a ten
then chainsawed again.
I made the rules,
but lost the tools.
I got drunk
and forgot the funk.
I built a fort out of sheets,
stomped on it with cleats.
I skipped the chips
and smelled her hips.
I broke a wish
and made a dish.
I wrote a boat
and burned my coat.
I feel like living
and I feel live giving.
Nine lives of nine cats
one chance of two smoking rats.
This is it,
I quit.