Spencer Whittle - 2011-11-11
Jack and Charlie’s game
Jack and Charlie were their names
Best friends for 15 years were we
Golden over-excitement to the point of madness, every time!
White powder that causes genii to stare in wonder
I think I’ll have mine with lime.
I want … MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE
So what’s the problem? I’m in, I’ve arrived!
We’re all best friends I discover, to my delight
Pupils huge, who would want out?!
So good, so introspective … so loud!
I crave … MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE
It’s 21:45 and I’m with all my new best friends!
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her body
I can’t stop talking complete trite, synapses firing on all cylinders
Ooooh boy, time for another slug in the loo with my cousin
I need … MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE
Resonating light, now faded to a fuzzy limbo
My head hurts, what have I done? What happened that night?!
My God, they’re after me, where am I?! How did I get here?
What is this stuff on my face, who the hell’s this girl in my bed?
No! Not me … MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE
Gotta get out. Gotta find the door, holy cow, what has happened?
I’m in a foot of water, shaving cream on my jaw, sweet mother of God!
What is that flippin’ smell? Where’s the door? Not again!
What happened that night?!