MacBain splutters,
long winded speeches,
intoxicating stutters.

Whisky reeks volumes on volumes of volumes,
unfathomable mysteries on infallible fumes.

Helga looks hideously **** tonight,
the ghoul in the corner looks up for a fight.
The toilet's transforming into a white telephone,
just one last drink until the drinking is done.

Redshot eyes light another cigarette,
Shooter all round,
and a beer what the heck!

The dance floor is moving like a seasick ship,
We all feel like rock stars defining whats hip.

Dear God, I know I'm in love
With you, the girl who I know I can't love
The mere prospect of which tears my heart
To more pieces that all of DG could count
A billion, a trillion, more than could be by in a lifetime
And yet my heart bursts time and again
Even though Delta Gammas are fun and sweet
You're the best my heart beat gets
Beat in and beat out, between the impulses my heart gives out
I can't but help to see your face
Written across my thoughts and dreams
And hear your words echoing in my ears
Keeping my being stuck to you
Assuaging my fears that my mind had lost you and who
I am so wrongly devoted to
And here I am stuck writing
Drunk poems to you or whatever image you exude
Drinking to drink, and to help me tell the beauty of you

Gooder and Badder
Bedder and fadder
What are Americans saying?
Boddle of wadder
Mudder and fodder
What is this game we are playing?

Funner and betterer,
Pitcher and ledder
They expect folks to unnerstan
Gimmes and wannabes
Mundees though Sundees
A hunnert and ten grand.

Gooder and Badder
Bedder and fadder
What are Americans saying?

Reedikullis and eeleegull
Furrin kinds of peepul
Should learn American English
Even when it’s ignernt,
And sounds  a bit differnt,
A definite ***** to distinguish.

Boddle of wadder
Mudder and fodder
What is this game we are playing?

Inneresting innerlopers
Drunky ***** goat ropers
That’s what they think strangers are.
Our dippy high schoo dropouts
Don’t care what education’s about
And only care about today’s sports stars.

Gooder and Badder
Bedder and fadder
What are Americans saying?
Boddle of wadder
Mudder and fodder
What is this game we are playing?

Sometimes I wonder
Why me?
Is it because I'm not pretty
enough?
Is it because at the toughest times
I don't know how to be tough?
Or what about my personality?
Am I too tense?
A little too closed?
Or is it that you want me to let loose
and be open a little more?
But how?
When the closest people to me shot me right in the core...

Why me?
Is it because I'm not the girl I
used to be?
The little baddie with a drunky
as a daddy?

Pause ...

The person who I became,
because of all the shame and the mind games
But who's to blame?
Myself ..
I blame myself for being such a fool,
but I never thought I was too cool for school
Book smart and street smart with the slightest passion for a pretty piece of art...

Why me?
Boys always dub me,
now they writing letters that they love me... NOT
Seems like I'm all I got..
Since the guys in my past had another on the side
Said I was their only,
but you know everybody lies
Why?
They always leave me in the dirt
and really think they cool and don't care that I'm hurt ..

Why me?
Everybody fake
Running round the world being sneaky
like the snakes
Can't trust too many,
Being friends with lanes you wouldn't wanna trust any ...

Why me?
Seems like I'm never happy like I used to be
No one understands the pain that's deep inside of me
Misunderstood...
Got a smile in my face but there's no reason why I should..

Why me?

Drunky McGee,*
that's my nickname for her,
though lately I wonder
if it doesn't also describe me.