Jack stumbles through the threshold
with a gash on his forehead
drunk from the night.
Bishop dropped him at the gate
they had been seen at the wine bar
all smokey from the river fire
and a slight smell of cut-throght.
Jack would sleep in pain
known
they'd be in shit to their knees when they woke.
That damn Bishop, never content with beer
and then to drive his Ford
through the open double doors just to
tell the mayor
that
his hens were laying.
3 comments:
those two are trouble when they get together.
underswansea
Sam says... Hey NutNut...
He had recordings of their night. Out comes the underwear without taking off the pants. Then's the dare to stick a 7-up bottle into a 26 of Jack Daniels. Someone said this band was called the Drive By Truckers. And Bishop laughed a smirky suck my shit goat. And their voices echoed into the recorder. Hey, Bishop shouts, my brother says they played this all shit backwards.
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