Just some random things that have been itching to be scratched...

The air is often thick when you are here

lounging around in all of my thoughts

and I often choke when I try to breathe

while your madness buzzes round

up here in the clouds it is friendly

though I do miss the reassuring

feeling of good sturdy women

and their swift blows to the head

if only I had told of the secret

to life when it finally came

just before I drank all of the rum

and lost it in that last poker game

       but the man had this gun

       and sadly I couldn't run

       for I had drank every last

       drop of that damned rum

secrets may be found

when no one else is around

to piss on your shoes

and drink all of your booze