that shouldn't be allowed
no matter who the whore at the door is.
I was doing standup at a Colorado bar
when a French bulldog out-staged me.
I was outraged,
and I was handed a gun,
so I got the fuck outta there
because I can't count my tattoos.
I took an Uber back to my hotel
in my green pants, left west where weed doesn't matter,
but love matters to me
and I can still Fabreeze everything, especially regret.
each AirBnB, cauterizes me,
straight from Florida and Texas,
when I wear my green pants
to try to bang chicks.