Sometimes
I mix a soft drink
with a hard liquor
to try and toughen
that softie up.

little things amuse me
and the bigger things
go over my head.

him on the back seats
with the deadbeats
shouts,
you can't say softie anymore
I shine a light to show him
the door
and tell him to take a hike.

Tuesday night feels like Friday night
said no one ever unless they were as
thick as two short planks,
yeah, thanks and now
I can't say that anymore.

It's time
but I don't know what for
so
I'll make a coffee and try
to remember.