Memories are not
Made by what
But by whom
Thanks for the
Christmas tree Muenster
Memories are not
Made by what
But by whom
Thanks for the
Christmas tree Muenster
Okay I’m drunk
Fuck forget what
I say I’m
Simply sorry for
This but know
That tomorrow I
Will be thinking
That last night
I made a
Total ass of
Myself oh how
Tremendously gloriously grand
Oh shit oh
Hello kind sir
I’m losing my
Shit might you
Help oh no
You don’t know
How then am
I supposed to
Put myself together
Do you see
The existential problem
How are you 
A station attendant
Supposed to put
The world together
Well shit and
God damn that
Looked better after
Three shots and
A puckering lime
I finally do
I admit it
I’ve often been
This way before
With different incarnations
The same boulevard
But different buildings
This street ends
Just over there
As it always
Has and then
I live in a
Little world of words
A tidy little place
Where words swirl about
Like snowflakes dancing until
Plucked and put giving
Meaning to me you
And whosoever shall write
Read know and adore
If there is one
Place I wish to
Go it is here
To my tidy little
World of my words