"Drinking Buddies (A Poem)" Thu Aug-16-07 10:34 PM by DVS
The seasoning was Kush… The soundtrack was Wu… The hour past midnight the fuck you gon’ do? So me an my kinfolk sat down with a brew… To converse about life…trying to talk our way thru…
One cat couldn’t see past the walls of his room.... The screams from within had begun to consume… When swiftly the shades of love randomly switched… Whom once was his soul mate is now called …”THAT BITCH”….
We sift thru replies yet we had not a clue… In absence of answers we passed him a brew… It’s a quarter past midnight the fuck you gone do… So he settled back down to the depths of his stew….
My man had them flavors for 30 a pop… With a sniff from his bag you would spin like a top… From an endless supply we just knew wouldn’t stop… Up until he found out his connect…was the cops…
So now when he slept he had visions of bars… They use to entangle the brightest of stars… And if he went north, had his back from afar… To ensure at the end was a brighter tomorrow…
And as he lamented them vapors ran thru… So he hit that shit twice and fell in with the crew… It’s a quarter past midnight what the fuck you gone do… As he dealt with the concept of paying his dues….
And under these dimmest of lights was a guy… With dreams that extended past burgers and fries… He prayed for the day that his manager died… But couldn’t just quit ‘cause his rent was too high…
Right outside his palace were views of a lake… Where projects would tumble and budgets would break…. So he fought to the end for his family’s sake… And at work “By the way, sir, have you tried our steak??”
So here among friends we played notes to his tune… For nights when them chords makes you howl at the moon… It’s a quarter past midnight the fuck you gone do?? So he scooped up his crow and he started to chew…
Man we drank and we smoked until faded and sick… Until roosters would crow at a quarter past six… And with headaches a banging and mouths filled with foam… We dispersed and then carried our drunken ass home…