I woke up with a hangover for the third night in a row:
free drinks,
free blow,
exposed breasts and the eiffel tower
it’d be nice to hold on, onto the power for once
to make it out of bed before nine.
three night shifts:
shoe shine each afternoon
use the force to open the automatic doors,
shielding my shameless reflection by the ‘enter’ sticker
no carb diet, cause the suit’s got to fit
they filled the cups with skittles,
i specifically said just green.
my hands hadn’t been shaking this much since
i was aboard the porcelaine spaceship
don’t they know how important it is to separate the colors....?
there are condom wrappers
from last night’s after show activities, who knew?
i still had the juice,
i invented the fuckin’ juice.
my hips felt out of alignment
squinting without any sense of direction,
my butt cheeks quivered and the sense of power
scampered around the rest of my torso.
smiling faces,
young women; old men
honeymooners who won’t
last long enough to wash their sheets.
keep gawking,
keep fucking your secretary,
keep telling your wife you miss her, that you’ll get another calling card soon
keep telling your son lies
keep driving the car you don’t own
wipe that smile off your face, i’ve seen your kind here before
so
i recommend you get comfortable;
get out your spreadsheets and take a lesson from the king.
