Bee's 5th
I heard it first while screwing a blonde
who had the biggest box in Scranton.
I listened to it again as I wrote a letter to my mother asking for 5,000 dollars and she mailed back 3 bottletops and the stems of grandpop's forefingers.
The 5th will kill you in the grass or at the track, the kitten said, walking across the popinjay rug.
if the 5th don't kill you, the tenth will, said the Caliente hooker. as they ran up the beautiful catsup red flag 93 thieves wept in the purple dust.
the 5th is like an ant in a breakfastnook full of swaggersticks and june bugs sucking dawn's orange juice coming.
and I took the 3 bottletops from my mother and ate them wrapped in pages from Cosmopolitan magazine.
but I am tired of the 5th and I told this to a woman in Ohio once, I had just packed coal up 3 flights of stairs I was drunk and dizzy, and she said:
how can you say you don't care for something greater than you'll ever be?
and I said:
that's easy.
and she sat in a green chair and I sat in a red chair and after that we never made love again.