somethin' to snap to on the way home from margarita's

[xtherewasaboyx]

raquet ball club
drunk slug from my jug
he just wanted hug
and by a hug i mean
a ride home

no dice
thrice the price
of smoking ice
no, we said no.

flannel drab bile chin glisten
ok sit, to drunk to listen
pour water on my hood

we laugh in merriment on way past
if he but had asked
sucker doesn't sell cell phones homes