I Wanna Live In A Seedy Walk-Up, Where
Bullets Ricocheting Off Concrete Sing
Me To Sleep On Hot Nights With No
Conditioned Air And Windows That Don-‘t Open.
I-‘ll Drink Mad Dog 20/20 Or
40-‘s Of Malt Liquor From A Brown Bag And
Save My Tips For A New Tattoo
That Says Earth Angel With Your Picture.
I-‘ll Read My Poems On Open Mic Night
At Peace, Love & Bbq And Then Get High
In The Bathroom With The Bartender Who
Tells Me I Have A Beautiful Soul.
I-‘ll Quit My Job And Lay In Bed For Days
Without Eating Anything Except
Cold Macaroni And Cheese And I-‘ll Look
In The Mirror And See Empty Spaces With Your Eyes.
I-‘ll Suffer With My Heart But When I-‘m Finished
I Won-‘t Remember One Thing About You And
When I See My Tattoo I-‘ll Tell Myself,
-Å—i Should Find Someone Who Looks Like Him