Well,

it’s morning,

somewhere.

One good puke.

Two watery shits,

and I’m good to go.

Why is it

everything I like’s

either

illegal,

immoral,

or just plain bad

for my health?

 

Breakfast.

What

does it mean?

Do I break

to fast,

or

try to eat? 

One iced

beer

and two Snickers bars.

 

If I were to put my bed

in the parlor,

and

the kitchen table

in my bedroom,

where

would I sleep?

 

Passed out in the gutter?

The I.C.U. ward

of the hospital?

The local jail

or

cathouse?

 

What

is a room?

A place to live:

A “living” room.

You

don’t want to be

in

a “dead” room

(Think about it.)

that’s called a “parlor,”

as in

“funeral.”

Don’t

think about it.

 

 

 

 

Jack D. loves his iced beer and pet Pomeranian.  His favorite movie is Barfly (No kidding!).