Tuesday, October 23, 2007

ripped

He sidled into the club
With that singular sense of self
That in the past was just smashing
His head into some fuckin wall,
bescrawled
above a urinal

smash it in there
shithead
where'd that
get you before

it got me a ticket
that said
I quit,
I'm afraid
To play
with the big folk

I'm a flea
The eagles
don't fly for me