Posts Tagged ‘turkey’

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Wasted carousing through dodgy bars

Head full of hops and THC eyes red and crazy with vestigial energy

How much I love you at times like this

Dancing down pavements whirling like a top

Laughing at identikit suburbanites and sex shops

Rifling and riffing down dank alleyways

Hanging out for an easy fix

Dusty angel men

Compassionate and true

Doing deals and conspiring flagrantly

Doing drugs and peering into binoculars

Sleeping in alleys, drinking wild turkey

Then raging through a blue nightmare like bees

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Spare me the Wild Turkey, brother
I just can’t handle that shit
I go dingo’s gonad crazy and start fucking shit up
And so do a lot of other people

Wild Turkey 101 is 50.5 % alcohol
It’s fucked up man
And it fucks me up like being hit in the head with a two by four or a rubber sledge hammer
Never drink Wild Turkey with an unmedicated schizophrenic who calls himself a ‘voice hearer’
Who goes hurricane loco and smashes your guitar while shouting out- ‘Your rich dad can buy you another guitar!’
He smoked all my weed as well
A real friend was there to save the television before he broke it and stopped him from drawing all over the walls
I was too pissed to know what the fuck was going on
I think I might have popped some pills too
Then next day I woke up with the house smashed up and a pulsing, mutating headache like I had a cane-toad bouncing around inside my skull and eating my brains,
My mouth was a sandy prickly desert
I wondered what the fuck I’d done the night before
Had I even remembered to feed the guinea-pigs?
My wallet was empty but I’m sure I had a hundred and fifty bucks in it the night before
My only memories were broken images of drunkenness and depravity
And moronic drunken arguments sprinkled with paranoia
Everything else was a blank
I know I’m getting too old for this kind of ridiculous bullshit
I am not Charles Bukowski and I am not Shane MacGowan
From now on I’m sticking to beers and bongs

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A problem unresolved has razor claws
Pour Wild Turkey on it and set it on fire
Rivers of paranoia flow through my skull
The rush, the rush of insanity in my veins
Paralysed by all-consuming anxiety and confusion
Transfixed in a spider-web of conundrums
Stretched-out over an ants’ nest of irritation
Bite, bite inflammation infestation prickles
Red spotted skin rash
Flaws and faults overwhelming
Engulfed by dystopic day dreams of a world gone feral
Mothers eating babies
Father’s raping daughters
Madness and disorder seeping into nature
Birth defects and mutations horrifying to behold
Foetus with two heads
Foetus with no legs
Foetus with one eye
Foetus with no brain
Foetus with six cocks
Foetus with two snatches
Wake up, wake up
Not real, can’t be real
Awaken in a bath of blood