The Stories You Have to Tell God

When stuff seems hard

And stiff drinks don't work

The way they're supposed to

Perhaps 

You should talk

About the stars 

Or listen to your favorite song 

Or put on a new t shirt 

Coz sometimes 

You want poisoned air 

Instead of mountains 

And one night stands 

In place of meaning 

At those times 

Hard rock is your friend 

When friends can't be found 

Smoke a joint with a hobo

Listen to a guitar solo

Or put on Wasting Love 

Coz time you enjoy wasting 

Isn't wasted 

Crash at a stranger's place 

A bachelor pad in an alley

Where the poisoned air reminds you of ambrosia 

And the conversation fills a void 

As you get high in a good way

And now Free Bird is playing 

While the third joint is being rolled 

Outside an owl hoots 

There's a sweat stain on your shirt 

Tomorrow is a new day

Hope is in the air 

Friends around you

Beating Netflix and chill

Coz stereotypes are for idiots 

So pour yourself another drink and knock it back

And when you finally knock on heaven's door 

Remember the stories you have to tell God

The Bilge Master