Wish I Had Me ...

Wish I Had Me
Liam Sheckler

Wish I had me a bottle of gin today,
Instead of this rotgut shit beer that I guzzle,
To chase off the phantoms of boredom,
Makes me piss a lot as I get older,
And think strange thoughts about lewd things ....

Wish I had me that gin, and a person to play cards with,
Like Shannon and I ( me cousin), years back,
Listening to the Pirates ball games on the ugly porch,
In the moist laden summer heat of the afternoon,
Talkin’ ‘bout black helicopters and underage pussy ...

Sure could go for that gin, and a pot of hamburger gravy,
Shit on a Shingle Randy used to call it,
Tough guy Irish gangster still fucked in the head,
Too many years in the pen but boy could he cook,
The best Shit on a Shingle in the hills ...

If I had me that gin, I’d have to have store bought smokes,
Instead of my rolled stale tobacco fags,
Which eat at my lungs and stink like my socks,
Store bought Camels like the girls at the bar smoke,
Horny girls with rich red lips and nice fat asses ....

If I had me that gin, I’d find me some courage -
Not like the cowardly lion who drinks pissy beers,
Staring outside the ruddy snow-streaked window,
Cold death in his heart, and pain in his mind,
Who licks the cock of sorrow, and whimpers in the night ....

Wish I had me a bottle of gin today ....

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