I’m smacking my lips
Between quick
Sips of my black beer
While an angel sits up in a
Barstool and makes love to
The microphone,
And Although I’m enjoying
Her beautiful voice
I want to cry
And smoke a cigarette
And I almost want to
Hold her and tell her it’s ok
Instead I order another stout
And smell it for no apparent reason

*…I wonder
If this poison
Will ever **** me?