Balcony cigars

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Puttin' the clutch to the throttle
Sky's meltin butter on my windshield.
Took to the bottle
after they gone up and left

No shame,
the target's in for it now--
my crosshair's itching your chinflakes sunny.
Give me a reason,
I never needed one to begin with.


Seems I've upsetted the hive.
Bees buzzin' round town.
Despite that,
I'm still alive.

There they come;
drawn moths to my candle.
Here I am,
waitin'.
Smoking cigars on the balcony.