Livin' At The Corner Of Dude & Catastrophe

Woke up by the pool again.

Must have played the fool again.

Wonder what them hooligans put on the grill that stinks

kind of like burnt fur and regurg'ed drinks

with an undertone of the acorn

and leather that's laid on

thick like Liz Claiborne.

Step over with big trepidation,

lift up the top off the meat cooking station

to discover my homie Todd!

I said “Oh my God,

what grim fa?ade

do you meet me with in my wakefulness?”

I had too many Stellas and they all was crisp