As my daughter sleeps upstairs
While I politely whig out
With a ninjas and a bunch of
Problematic poetic weirdos,
My night is gonna be like the movies
Where people get wasted and nothing happens.
"Now" has to know if her life
Is happy or haunted but the perfect point
Is to keep drinking and spilling
Memories and musings and mistakes
Give me more than you take in the sky
Because you’ll get get 666 points for trying,
Especially borne under Scorpio skies
Cheers to the one time I killed a coyote,
But she didn’t die immediately,
And I had to put it out of its happy misery,
Which I am not proud of in the least bit,
But the coyote bit me twice on each wrist
and I have two fang mark scars on my arm.