Excerpt - The Jazz June

Drank too much

Thursday night at sundown

Can’t drink enough

To make the world look right

So I put it down

Sunday night at sunddown

Damn I hope I don’t end up like the jerk next door

Excuse me sir

Would you like to it down with me?

We’ll watch the tide roll by

And we’ll watch it spit out sentences

We’ll try to figure out why they’re all so full of shit