Sid Sars ....... "I Made the Devil Do It"

Same toothpick
Same tweezers

Coke with no bourbon
It hasn't even
                  been a year
But
 the
Thursday nights
 are
different
My
Thursday nights
 are
 different

I didn't yell mayday!
Not
that
I
 have ever yelled mayday!

May who?
May when?
May whom?
May nothing
Not a peep out of me

I might laugh
I might not

1:32 a.m
Your time

12:33 a.m
My time

It's not me keeping a close eye

You might slip by
They might slip by
But
 as far as
 I
am concerned
You might
 as well walk
 on
by
me

Where was it
Who were we?


Bring back the bourbon
Bring back the memory

Lies aren't perfect
But I'm close

The truth is you should forget

Listen more
 to
 the next round

This album is over

I smell someones hair burning
 and
then it
 starts all over again

You have not winked
 at
 someone
 until
 you have
winked
at
someone on FIRe

Song o1ne
 o1ne more time

A face that won't melt
An recod that keeps spinning

If
it's almost two
then
it's almost one

Bullshit Bullshit
Bullshit
all bullshit aside

Watch yourself

Bullshit

Watch yourself

Bullfuckingshit

I'm drunk
 and
I am dirty
sort of the
way
I imagined
 myself
clean
and
sober

Track five is really over
5




 

Posting photos takes time
My girl taught me a shortcut
But my girl isn't here
Posting photos takes time
56K my arse
More like 26something

Here comes the humidity
Here comes the humidity

Foxxy girls from Maryland claim they understand it better
But I understand foxxy girls from Maryland and humidity

Here comes another tornado
Here comes another 1800$ increase

Drunk on Tuesday evening might s well be drunk everyday that
they are counting
Not that my people are counting
Ok, maybe my people are counting

If I were a piliot I would would tell you
"When we land it only gets better!"
But I'm a fucking bus driver
 so I can only tell you to hang on

Hang on
Hang in there

Chances are I Do
But right now I don't
Pissing on less important toes is the key
 at this moment while you read each line and decide
whether or not I mean it

The truth is
 I don't
Maybe
 I do
But numb
 is numb
and
 I am
 numb
 to you
and
 you
and you
and
you
 don't make me want to sort  it out

Another abrasive poet in Poetryville
All this time
 I considered
myself
to be
 the mayor
of
 Poetryville

Wrong poet
Right city

Buzznet looks and feels a lot like myspace these days
THey are even jerking each other off with banner exchange sign up bonus type shit
I see a lot of new people on buzznet I would not mind mouthfucking who probably would not be here if not for Tom and the people over at myspace
If this union gets me more readers, phonesex, and possible meetings that include a rim job so be it
I'm feeling a bit pisssy today
Where have the good times gone?
Where have the good times gone?

I was smoking grass out of a can crackhead style

He beat on the door pig style

Real fucking heavy like

I was listening to Morrison Hotel

J Mo is a friend of mine

Maybe you prefer J Lo

Maybe it makes you mad that I beat off to still images of Natallie Halloway

Maybe maybe Mayday

I make myself laugh

I have a foxxy lady who makes me laugh even harder

I had my cock in my hand when he looked in the window

I got up with a hard on and opened the door

"Did you find her corpse?" I ask.

"Who?" ask pigggy blue

"NAtallie Halloway."

"Sir, the alarm is going off on your place of business."

"I am retired,,but I can make a call."

"Sir, please attend to the matter at hand."

"Can I file a complaint against Beth  Twitty?"

"Sir come to the station tomorrow and we will se what we can do,,but please turn the alarm off."

"I like to think of missing women as milk shakes because of the early 90's missing  pictures on the milk carton campaign."

"Sir, the alarm is disturbing the neighbors."

"I'll put my ski mask on and sort it out,,,by the way,,you don't have to call me sir,,you can call me Mr. Motherfucker."