Alcoholic writer is a brand
But is worthy of monuments
Schizophrenic mind, neurotic head
Pull out the monsters from under the bed
And give them a home in your story

You’ve got to feel it in your bones
Said the artist of integrity
They ***** a crucifix, they dig your grave
Later they’ll analyze how you behaved
And build you temples of worship

No one wants to be a fossil
In the backwoods of one’s own skull
In a world that pushes you away
Then in death embraces your way-
That kind of imitation is not flattery

So support your fellow man
While he’s still kicking
Buy him a drink
Ask him to think
And get his autograph on a ***-soaked napkin