Words Not To Live By
I prefer to have strippers for breakfast.
And a side of little regrets and maybe a double shot of Jack Daniels for my coffee.
Do nothing until the sun sets, then make the bars as usual.
Make others laugh and a few cringe with some very inappropriate jokes.
Burn the candle at both ends and maybe burn a little something extra too.
Stagger home and rinse with a little hundred proof and probably forget to feed that dog.
But I'm sure he will enjoy whatever a splatter upon the floor.
As I pass out alone in hopes to not see another day.
Sharing my vices and if lucky that night, sharing my bed.
It's a cruel cycle I must repeat but I have to party for those less fortunate fools.
Who embrace the grind and know a wife and kids.
It's a sacrifice but I'm a selfless bastard.
Prosit my friends.