Disco Drive

Looking in the pink

But living in the red.

Pissing in the sink,

Too drunk to find the head.

Begging for the black-

Make me rich or make me dead.

"I want a little pick me up

So I won't stumble down tonight.

Considering staying alive

Hitch-hiking on the disco drive."

Sometimes jobs turn to vacations

But always I must earn.

Waiting for standing ovations

For filing our tax returns.

Searching for zippers

Finding only seams.

The seamstress for strippers

Must suspect my dirty peeking schemes.

A man can only

Do his best.

I'm skipping steps and

I'm taking breaths,

Hold your horses,

Cool your jets.

You can't make me be

Finished yet.

Don't trust the poets,

They want to get paid.

They're plying their trade

To the art of getting laid.

Don't trust the prophets,

Their visions are fudged.

They're buying our houses

While selling us floods.

The hours will get you,

The owls will get you.

When I was a swear word,

The hours we shotgunned.