This is my masterpieceI have poured my heart and soul into this  I must hand this in  The pounding in my chest will not cease Every metaphorEvery juxtapositionWas executed with  A precise description She is going to hate it.That witch of...

Death winks at thelilies that smile inthe rain.He takes her.The last dirty trick.Watered drinks andsyphilis doesn't do thepatrons any good.Too much grief forplacebos and madness.Relief must come.Booze and fantasy justbring sickness, andlicking frogs isout of the question.Pipe dreams ease...

I had been sober forawhile and was getting thatitch to drink.I couldn't recall thedegradation and misery ofthe last drunk, a few monthsearlier.It was spring, and I was standingoutside of the flophouse, I wasstaying at.Just then, a big sunflower ofa...

I've known 1,000 crooks        read 10,000 books        still like my whiskey with sour        took 500 aims        at my 5,000,000 blames        as I sit all...