just when I start to smile,
my friend's girlfriend
who I want to fuck
gets ugly and reminds
that life is lucky
and I shouldn't fuck her regardless.
give me a cherry whiskey
and regret and a nap,
plus a song from the 90s,
then we will work like tonight
is a sewer or a frog dick.
Agatha Christie would be proud,
maybe,
my back hurts,
Stone Temple Pilots rule,
Hank Williams has me,
go fuck yourself,
the end.