3927. THE GIN LAKE

THE GIN LAKE

This fodder keeps me drunk, sedated,

and stupid as any Neil Sedaka could be.

Don't take your love away from me,

remember that twaddle?

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I fall down, only to smack my forehead on

the lacquered table-top before me. One

red welt later, and I'm still singing the blues.

Give another pinch of that booze.

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Here, I lit the match that burned my

finger that lit the napkin that torched my

beard that burned my face that scarred

my skin. What the fuck? If there's any

more of that, count me in.