Why try to better yourself
when you've never felt better
than you feel getting drunk
with the guy in the chair
listening to blues music
and eating chicken fingers,
"store bought, the good kind"
Have a fit and fire shots in the air,
take back your cat that I need
to protect my weed plants from squirrels.
In the end you'll be lifting your glass,
moving to the music, and eating with your friends
together in the park
where the bottle kids will pelt your enemies with a cart full of empties,
for a bag of dressed all over or zesty mordante chips, or if they don't have those
then...
Get dill pickle.
Fuck Community College, Lets go get drunk and eat chicken fingers.