picture by Clark Little
If I lived alone I would never drink any coffee
My life would be made up of rum and whiskey
Other intoxicating and addicting substances of course
'cause what is the funny thing about being sober at all?
Being sober is only a question of public health.
I need the rum and the whiskey - and a car
but they say cars and drinks are not made for each other...
Then I must resign (on account of the police) and withdraw with my bottle of rum - piece of shit actually
but sensitive to my pains and enchantments more than most of my so called friends
Tis is a poem made by a clown in pain - may there be anything funnier or more honourable?
