Sunday, September 07, 2008

Saturday Smells Like Foster's And Mayhem


An ode to bouncing back ...

Gentle pretzels
May you carry me away
To Carter-Finley
With visions of the Foxy
And an angry liver
Make it rain
Then run home in it
Drive through it
Pac Man Jones would be proud
Four a.m.
The soul's midnight
Life tastes
Of Tylenol and White Russians
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Recovery time
Like dog years
Football is here
Bring me a headache and haze
From Bill & Mary

I blame it all on Sam.

No comments: