Jambalaya
Blown brass
Beer and blasting hot sauce burning my guts
…this shit’s hot!
My brain is bleeding
Free drinks for all
the bartender announces
“I don’t make shit that kills people…
I make the shit that is responsible
for you not speaking fucking Japanese right now.”
Everyone scoffs
(selfish hipster-fuckers);
They’ll take the free round
but won’t acknowledge the man it comes from,
buying his way to salvation
So I shout from across the bar,
“Where ya from?”
“The Washington State…
I know what these motherfuckers are thinking,
but I love this damn city,
I’m on my own, and I don’t really give a shit….
This hot sauce might make my butt bleed in the morning!”
“Cheers to you, then.”
More beer!
More booze!
More orleans!
…Please?!?!
af
(written drunk my first night in the bayou)
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