WANNABE
The Walk of Shame, a shattered belay,
My soles scraping secret highway.
Sober is the new flex, they preach -
A glorious vice, these dullards speech.
Lost vibe, lust fuck, last lie -
The unholy trio blazons my sky.
Chasing phantoms in a dipso-reek haze,
Damning propriety's drab cliched ways.
Yogansen? Bukowski? Yogowski.
Label me jester to life's slave rave.
Grotesques and freaks, we reveal truth's sting,
Flinging off masks that the vile beings cling.
DON`T TRY, DON`T TRY, DON`T TRY
to reform this soused deviant soul,
I'll die as I lived - unrepentant, hole-gridden, sole.
