So I went out
for a beer or two
and figured I could
slip into the bathroom
to do bong hits
with my little coca cola water pipe
that I bought
at a head shop in San Francisco
I can flirt with
the cute bartendress
she’s so fine
with those long endless legs
that run all the way up
to the glean in my eyes
glazed over from the bong hits
snuck in the bathroom
and I have to sample
these different beers
Ale is truly the nectar
of the Gods
at least the gods
that I worship
after all, as the Hindus say,
you gotta enjoy life
you only live 6,000 times
I think I am on
#2,384
or is it 2,384?
One or the other
but anyway
to get back to my story
you gotta try
all these different ales
at different ale houses
Did I mention
sneaking bong hits
in the bathroom
with my little coca cola bong
I got at a headshop
in San Francisco?
And flirt with the bartendress
I’m getting redundant
I’m repeating myself
We’re beyond the different ales
in different alehouses
and we’re dancing
on the graves
of our forebearers
and all they do is bitch
about their problems
and the ills of the world
“Fuck it all!”
but keep trying
to fit into the mix
if that’ll make you
feel any better
about all this shit
I can’t help you
with any profound secrets
of the universe
even if I knew
I’m too much a whore
to tell you anyway
8/21/94