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| September 2004 / Volume Five / Issue Four | |||||||||
| Joel Evard | |||||||||
| We Traveled We traveled the road of life using only alcoholic land marks The vodka mountains, lake burbon, the shiner bock wild, wild life preserve We went drink for drink, smoke for smoke and lie for lie Emptying bottles and filling ashtrays to overflowing Shots dropping like spent shells in some kind of gang-bang-drive-by-liquor-fueled-orgy We searched for god in the bottom of every keg we could find Swearing to each other that we'd find Him If only we could Float Just One MORE We smoked until every breath sounded like the last gasp of a busted accordion And after killing the last pack We dug in the ashtrays for enough tobacco to roll up a few more for the road We defied gravity and state law We went to the local police station and asked them to put us up for the night I pissed myself trying to prove that i was in fact drunk AND disorderly But they kicked us out anyway We slept in all the ditches and under all the over passes from here to New York City Blasted all the way Hotels are for pussys and rehab is still for quitters We practiced intellectual gorilla war-fare Committed aural sex crimes Unprotected verbal rape Ejaculating THE WORD into every open ear we could find Leaving even the unwilling impregnated with new ideas We grudge fucked the world with our poetry Daring them to fight the shame and self loathing they felt over their own stupidity And report us to the authorities We traveled the road of life Trying to start a ®(evolution) |
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