Bottoms Down

Bottoms Down

A Poem by Cash Iconoclast
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Side Two of the The Box Fantastick Musik Project

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MY BROS SAID THAT THEY THINK THAT THEY KNOW HOW I FEEL

BUT I'M CHAINED TO NIGHTMARES LIKE J. LO IN THE CELL

BUT I ROLL WITH IT WELL

STAY FOCUSED AND CHILL

THROUGH THE HOPELESS ENDEVORS

OF EMOTIONS COLLECTED

WASH THE NEGATIVE

80 PROOF SOMETHING OR OTHER

MAYBE TWO SHOTS OF THE SAME

THINGS ARE THE MOTHER OF FUCKERS

DAYS ARE THE BROTHER OF BINGERS

HUNG IN CONJUNCTION WITH OVER

BASIC RELUCTANCE TO DRINKERS STUCK IN A SUFFERERS SOBER

BECAUSE SOBRIETY SUCKS

MORE THAN HOOVERS ON CARPET

AND I KNOW ONCE I'M STARTED

THERE'S NO REASON TO STOP IT

I MAY WAKE UP TOMORROW

IN SUCH A TERRIBLE PLACE

BUT DUDE F**K IT I'M LOVING

THE DRUNKEN NIGHT THAT WE MAKE

AND I'M NOT FIGHTING TONIGHT

WELL, MAYBE I MIGHT

BUT THE GIN'S GOT ME HORNY

SO I'M GONNA KICK IT WITH SHORTY

I'M TRYING TO TALK TO HER SLOPPY

SLURRING, BUT SHE UNDERSTANDS

I'M TRYING TO SMASH IN THE BATHROOM

NO THOUGHTS OF BEING HER MAN

AND IF SHE'S WITH THE PLAN

WE CAN SHOOT SEVEN SHOTS

GET INCREDIBLY DRUNK

HIT THE TELE AND F**K

THEN FORGET IT TOMORROW

TRY TO PIECE IT TOGETHER

WHAT THE HELL WAS HER NAME

WAS IT PEACE WHEN I LEFT HER?

WELL, MY BACK IS ALL STRATCHED

MISSING A COUPLE FEW RUBBERS

HOW DID RYAN GET HOW

AND WHERE THE F**K IS MY BROTHER

PLUS MY CAR'S GOT A DENT IN IT

AND I'VE GOT TWENTY MESSAGES

FROM SOMEBODY NAMED KEISHA

SOMEONE ELSE NAMED ALEXIS

AND MY JOB, THEY'VE BEEN CALLING

SUPPOSED TO BE THERE AT SEVENISH

BUT WHEN I LOOK AT MY WATCH

IT'S ALMOST TEN TO ELEVEN

MAN GOD DAMN IT

I'M NEVER GETTING THAT RIPPED AGAIN

BUT RYAN CALLED ME AT FIVE

AND HERE I AM BLITZED AGAIN

 

END

© 2008 Cash Iconoclast


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Cash Iconoclast
Cash Iconoclast

Detroit, MI



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