This is not new orleans 

No party in my head 

I want to take a bottle 

From the barroom to my bed 

I want to know the flavor 

Feel the stinging on my tongue 

See the scattered dumbness 

Of another evening left undone 


This is not poetry 

This is depravity 

This is an outrage 

This is unsavory 

I am escaping 

My home trappings 

It takes an old man 

To bend a sapling 


Do not wait

Do not ponder 

What goes on here 

Goes on up yonder 

Ghastly mask 

Shape undone 

A human pile 

Of hair and come


This wicked man 

Has become unwise 

A silhouette 

Between her thighs 

We are now going 

We are not growing 

Anymore, anymore 


Wipe your mouth 

The bottle's empty 

Urinate upon the tree 

Into the lake 

You threw the house key 

Your mistake 

Their morality 


Sleeps with the fishes 

Dirty dishes 

There lays the vessel 

On its side


Sleeps with the fishes 

Dirty dishes 

There lays the vessel 

On its side