Im a drunk, an alcoholic, a conspirer of selfshiness
I see the lonely socialness in the pack of 6, of 12
I chug the world as I feel it chugs me in a real tug of war
To drink is win, bitch! I exclaim
I laugh at the taught rope as the sober life pulls
I lay motionless, unmoved by whatever force is given.
I'm stoned and unmoveable
Yes, I win by standing still.
By not moving or growing
I am the weed of life, never to do anything but bother
Only to enjoy life in the gravel and to assume that's all life is
To be ground, stressed, destroyed is the only way to live.
