Being dark thirsty, way past the inferno
as insomnia runs amok in my asinine rhymes
of indigestion as I regurgitate my ghost
chained to Audacity's petticoat
and the salsa of my somber
as she plays nickels and dimes on my cock
with the chuckling of toads crawling
shutting off the lights of my eyes
as the wheels of the hearse go spinning
being zero dark thirty, way past the tacos
