But he was also always
Problem alcoholic
Vision blurry from his scurry
To be married to the tonic
On his knees he looked for trees
So much a hype he searched the carpet
Sticks and seeds the little tree he found
He packed a bowl and sparked it
Future filled with light his
Present tense was killed by darkness
So he consumed all that he could
His medications took him farthest
From the garbage of
Reality, closer to the
Harvest of theatrically
Curated happiness callously
He simply hoped to be
Successfully a socialite
So rolled the dice on liquor
For a flicker of it overnight
And pulled a dyke stripper
Then he dicked her in her overbite
No longer dyke
Deep throating longer dicked poltergeist
Mistake a Wes Craven basement
For safe haven your bed's laid in
Posturing your pimping for
Face saving a graves waiting
Waiving grades for
Greater escape's payments
Delayed gratifications
Can wait instantaneous
Where his brain is
Fuck the man you with
The manuscript's to smash and hit
Right inside of the camp you in
Don't care about a marriage or
Babies carriage her panties wet
He's stabbing it, spreading
Them legs to peg and dismantle it
Micky mantle hit
Out the trailer park for the home run
Legs a blur like jets in air
Cause her husband was no chump
Luckily he staggered on
Out of there he was so drunk
Back to his campsite he ran
But a slumber was no fun
He's punking people
His alter ego's named gangster Steve
But thankfully he shanked no one
All he did was just drain the weas
Then shake the D, yeah he's pissed
And peed on the neighbors tent
But that's not him that's his drunken
Alter ego named gangster Steve