Blessed -

Loaded as the sun above

I dig myself

Drinking washes the gray away

It kissed my brain

Smoking makes me catch my breath

I feel alone

Now I feel my inner self

Incarnation of Christ

Now the lungs of the universe

Are the lungs of my soul

I can feel it

I can sense it

Hallelujah Bless my soul

Monday morning you enter hell

Not me I’m not a fool, no I’m not a whore

Haven’t sold my soul

Monday morning I open a beer

And light a cigarr

Put my pen to paper and write I hate you all