Drinking to music

Tolstoy once said

Happiness is an allegory

Don't like that guy much

'cause he reminds

of a wasted life.

Can't play any guitar

But like rock 'n' roll

It gets me high

Wanna learn Mellon collie

Just gotta knock a little harder

Find the right note to

Komm, Susser todd.

Sometimes words escape me

Feels like I'm going 'round in

Circles.

I'd like to walk with a bass drum

tied to my waist

in a room full of empty cobwebs

and ask the dust

"whereof art thou born?"

I can hear the dogs barking

Let them

Let the spears fall as they may

And drench my soul

In faeces and blood.

Gonna drink this cursed wine

With your skull my beloved

Till I meet you

In the next life.