it's sunday night, the flies are feeding
the time is ripe for introspection
i can't even mouth self-respect
without a post-surge of self-rejection

how many times it takes a jackass
to learn that shit friends are worth shit
and without writing poems
having balls to relieve himself of it

i may be drunk, i may be stupid
i may be walking the wrong dog
there's a reason i keep falling
when all i'm out to do is walk