A Reflection on Rugs
It?s just a worn out, old rugHarboring cartons of ash
It?s got these stains like bed sores
Wouldn?t sell at the thrift stores
So let?s leave it by the road
And pretend we won?t miss it
The flea market opens soon
We?ll have a Persian by noon
This time we?ll take care of it
It might last a while if we
Keep our vomit down at night
And hold our smokes real, real tight
We can put it where you like
By the door or in the den
We?ll vacuum it every day
While we sing that all?s okay
Back on the Wagon Again
I still wish for whiskey dreamsFor liters of Jack and Jim
A spacebag straining its seams
Solo cups filled to the brim
I want to taste the Yukon
Toast with bottled royalty
I want to share my futon
And forgo all subtlety
I need that liquid courage
Not all Leos are lions
Because we?ve all got baggage
Not just bottles, but sirens
This mast won?t hold me for long
I can feel the bonds fraying
I still hear that sweet, sweet song
Sorry dear, I?m not staying
More to come in the future, possibly.
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