I am drunk
On the warmth of the sun
And hot Jack Daniels.
My skin has felt the caress
Of that star's stinging rays
And my mind has become that
Softly buzzing puddle that Jack inspires.
My tan lines and liver failure
Will tell a great story to those
Who live on after me.

They will show my adoration of the mother star
And my devotion to the deity that is whiskey.

My kissed skin and pickled organs make me what I am.