"The Collection" - (Index by Year) 

 

DRUNK TANK

 

Piss-ing.

Poop-ing.

Puke-ing.

 

All over the floor.

One room, four walls, one door.

 

I offer assistance.

You give me resistance.

 

Blow-torch breath and bizarre behavior.

You curse me and bow to your stainless steel savior.

 

Your judgment is gone and personality coarse.

I am left with no alternative--Except force.

 

Morning comes and you’re ready to go.

I get no apologies for last nights show.

 

                          - July 1995 -