It was hard for Jack to write without drinking, either he was hung over or drunk when he created the best.
that fucking Polack
sucking on Jack's security blanket
"I'm paying you tomorrow
for beer I drink tonight".
Denny Blue sick in bed
Lorenzo Pelon
making all laugh without language
licking shit dust and cookies from the street.
The night guard never witnessed such madness
in a place where
coffee is so thick
cream vanishes into a Bermuda triangle
and thirst for beer welcomes a Polack beating
A beer will taste great
at noon
because only alcoholics drink
before noon
and that's why my writing stinks
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