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Dead Set On Life 3-3-26
v-FiRock, Psychedelic,Male Voice
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Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
staring across the bar
painted ladies
rented Caddy’s
taking home the girls
where too?
what next?
what bracket are you into?
Chris Craft?
Rolls Royce?
what cities have you been to?
how to offer
how to proffer
pat her on the cheek
and stuff her
cram her
whiffle
wham her
be back to try
for the ‘ol grandslammer.
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
gently on the glasses
puffing cool gray pools
of subtle oppression
four-hundred-dollar suits
of erotic suggestion
lampposts on the corners
count’em remember
it’s a way to get back
for the feminine lender
suitcases
eyeglasses
shoes and
leather jackets
tokens to establishment
mini-life packets
careless volunteers
to careless cronies
out to squander dollars
it’s like bettin’ on ponies
come if you win
come if you lose
then pat her on the fanny
and drink some more booze
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
shadowy showbums
scoring dead ringers
singers
clowns
actors
doctors
all around town
just to pop
and rock’er
Music sweet Music
it’s always playing
just the right songs
to keep’em staying
drinking
smoking
pitching
mindless fodder
with an itching
for who knows what
and who knows when
but sure
they’ll be back again
with Nicotine Fingers
drinking Tangueray Stingers
till dawn
playing catch me
catch me if you can
these greenbacks buy
they buy me freedom
to talk right to you
to walk right through you
even though
you know
i’ve nothing
absolutely nothing
to do or say
i can pay
your price
for vice
on a lay-a-way plan
a pay-today-plan
conscience free
a numbing tree
i grew years ago
to stunt my heart
from feeling
from reeling
in the pain of passion
and now no lashing
short or long
can storm these citadels
or bring these walls
crashing
crashing
down on me
or my family
i’m free
you see
for I feel nothing
i’m a saintly incarnation
of claustrophobic saturation
of insentient bile
so no pain intended
no pain felt
just a casual acquaintance
for physical maintenance
of a body gone limp
and a mind gone sour
let’s do it again
any old hour
no use suggesting
now or ever
we should sever
ourselves from fate
to late
date
the fee’s been paid
now it’s up to us
to see that you
get properly laid
made
and fillet’d
hasten women
hasten maiden
loosen your bondage
there’s no abscondage
in this day and age
or ever
for that matter
scatter
your limbs
like senseless debris
so i can see the debacle
of my tranquility
soothing
smoothing
fleshy toothing
tubular warfare
in invisible clothing
love’s great practice
on a seasick mattress
is insignificant
when spent
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
incense again
that will
to sustain
that pain
of interminable colloquial
constant jammering
harrow hammering
of the apocryphal
clusters in gay bars
clusters in stag bars
staring in corners
for bereaved mourners
of families undone
melodies unsung
ears to the rumors
eyes to the boondocks
minds near tumors
and consciences toward clocks
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
How do you do sir?
just fine
how do you do ma’am?
got time?
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
the crowd is thickening
the queens are bickering
mimicking
their lovers
and others
all to no avail
for all the availability
is dry and stale
acrid and salty
void and callous
an odd situation
for a man
with no phallus
no lover
no comer
no malice
but please
the systems designed
for those inclined
with availability supined
and erect
so do not subject
some poor soul
to some defect
in your erector set.
Nicotine
Nicotine
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray
Tangueray
Tangueray Stingers
stow me away
stow me away
for all times duration
i can not live with
an invisible configuration
i smoke like a factory
i drink like a sewer
absent-minded nature
neglected my skewer
i drape it the same
and I walk just fine
i’m into the game
and i know every line
it’s not pissing
i’m missing
and it never stopped my enlisting
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
and all the King’s Men
couldn’t mount me on Gwen
cause i’m missing my member
my scooter
my shooter
my humble protruder
You see i’m no lewder
than a lamb in the fold
so that’s why i’m cold
here in the bar
my fingers stained
with nicotine and tar
my cocks been arraigned
for a hearing in the here-after
only a Tangueray Stinger
still brings me some laughter
and reminds me just what it is
i should be here after.
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
Nicotine Fingers
Tangueray Stingers
Nicotine Stingers
Tangueray Fingers
Tangueray Nicotine
Stinging Fingers
Fingering Tangueray
Stinking Nicotine
Fingering Nicotine
Tangerine Singers
Bartender friend
fill it up again
and hand me a match
i’ve a bus to catch
the sooner the better
i couldn’t be deader.