Thursday, June 17, 2010

poker night, son

cunts with jack/two preflop raises
rod and a load of anti semitic phrases
the poker chips always get forgot
so Audi keys and barbiturates sit in the pot
stakes increase and senses get numb
it's midnight and Diesel has lost a thumb
vicodin antes and a master card bet
we play guts,anaconda and mexican sweat
carlos just wagered his fucking spouse
satan calls it with a monster full house
a few more pulls off that xanax and sprite
and surely someone is dying tonight

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

you are dead to me

Bleach Brown said...

we've been dead for years

Anonymous said...

Death is nothing more than transition, like flacid to erect. It's usually positive.

Bleach Brown said...

mom, is that you?