The bottles stacked upon bottles,
The constant focus and refocus of the labels,
So that the morons of the drinking generation
Would know what ****** them up, what
Royally turned them up and decadently pulled them down.

Fridays and Saturdays were the worst, the belligerent
******* stumbling and slurring their way to
The check-out stand. Precious time need no waste,
Don’t exhaust a belligerent drinker’s time,
The checker always ends up to be profoundly
belittled one way or another.

The world asks, “Why so much violence?”
There need be no questions,
Human interaction only need observations.
We drink, we smoke, we ****, we lust,
we steal, we consume, and we defecate
in every hole and crevice we can. We **** on the world
And we **** on the people we share this realm with.

We aren’t kind, we aren’t generous; we are just belligerent *******,
Rummaging through the world polluting our pools,
Polluting the wells of our existence.
The empty bottles upon empty bottles,
The **** and **** upon **** and ****.
The drunken drones drowning themselves
In the tired sullen streets.