Spring Collection: Sobered Up Yet?

Three days out of/off a terrible bender

Dreams & shopping lists
I can still speak French in my dreams
Without money for shopping
I overpaid for a newspaper
That was really no news at all
The man who didn't want to celebrate his birthday
Told me I would get the gist

Dreams & leftover pills
Self-medicating isn't always abuse
When you have to wait this long for a doctor
Organized chaos or just f*****g chaos
The many people I ran out on converge and point the finger
Yet remarkably bear no ills

Dreams & half-naked girls
They'll kiss me but not in the real world
Raw meat unidentifiable powders
How can I ever forgive myself
Please believe me when I say I'm sorry
And I know I deserve to die

'A Literary Fast Food Service '

Lily's lippy lyrics, Suzanne's sultry songs
Dolores died of drunk
It turned out to be just in my imagination all along

Vonnegut's vivid verse, rambling Russian rants
Welsh's world of wankers
It turns out we're all in a labour camp and really just ants

Coppola's careful craft, Scorsese's sordid scenes
Chase changed the channel
It turns out convenience does rule and we all face to black it seems