Let’s get weird

by Luke Otley

Naw, we need more…

BOOZE 

He said she wanta get used,

Alright, but now where is she?

I swear I saw her outside smoking slyly

In the moonlight the white bright shinin’

Through the hole in her tights –

Cherry lips stain damp cigarettes and

Her laugh is the cry of every guy, high

That thought they had her.

The cue’s tip smokes at her hip as

I melt into my felt green dream

 

Also, life’s a beach an I got sand in me shorts.