in the style of ‘Howl’

light-headed geniuses

drunk on love and cheep bear

making-out with friday night

cigarette smoking artists

creating drunken wisdom

judging each other behind their back

speaking truth to their face

in the night they lay on rooftops stargazing  and the stars represent their hopes and dreams backstabbing each other in drunken nights

living through the memories aging quietly sinking their sorrows in pure liquor being throen out the good restaurants for shouting profanities at girls

sticking their arses out for the men in good suits

living the real life on sunday morning their heads throbbing from the pain  of yesterday