got a new pair of boots
and got blood on them.
volume and veiled Judaism,
Saturday brunch after basketball.
there is a bird on my plate,
omen to me, bad to the comedians,
gross to the girls.
we are swearing up a storm
and probably ruining other brunches,
but fuck those assholes,
we got a guy in our crew
who just got dumped
and deserves loud gangsters like us.
I pick up the tab,
and request loud hip-hop
on the drive to the beach.
sleep in sand,
until rain wakes us up
and we have to get ready for the gig.