Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Saturday, August 27, 2011

A Toast to Summer



got a mean headache
my knees are weak
it's hot in the bedroom
had to take a leak
went down to the bathroom
and stared at the bowl
i'd like to toast those moments
that make us whole
a toast to fire
a toast to pain
a toast to way too much
of burning rain
a toast to summer
it sure is swell
raise your glasses together
and burn up in hell
and burn up in hell

when you stand at the toilet
one thing is clear
you can go a whole lot
when you drink lots of beer
but now i am older
drink one or two
as to what purpose
i haven't a clue
so raise up your bottle
up to the sky
let's have a toast, now
and one heavy sigh
a toast to fire
a toast to pain
a toast to way too much
of burning rain
a toast to summer
it sure is swell
raise your glasses together
and burn up in hell
and burn up in hell

get off to bed friend
stumble on home
sing to the crawdads
dance with the gnomes
trip on a garden hose
fall on the ground
sleep in the driveway
you might just go down
deep in your cranium
the merchant of dreams
is wearing a fright wig
and leaving your team
but let's have a toast now
inside your head
let's raise up the bottle
if you are not dead
a toast to fire
a toast to pain
a toast to way too much
of burning rain
a toast to summer
it sure is swell
raise your glasses together
and burn up in hell
and burn up in hell

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