Yep its that day again,

The day to commit another sin,

And take it on the chin,

When in the next life I to hell do go,

Meeting there my evil twin…

Oh, hell, just another buzz,

By myself, ever alone, in the singular sense,

Crankin’ the Cream , Foghat & of course Jimi…

I over-soaked my ceiling with too much glue,

But I should know better than to repair when I can’t stand,

Let alone do anything short of holding a pipe,

Hell, I sure can do that, what’s that that smells too ripe,

Damn but that glue is really stinky,

Kinda reminds me of how that guy Mr. Ed always smells,

But, don’t tell him I said that, don’t be finky…J