N.O.

This is not New Orleans, no party in my head
 I want to take a bottle from the barroom to my bed
 I want to know the flavor, feel the stinging on my tongue
 See the scattered dumbness of another evening left undone
 This is not poetry, this is depravity
 This is an outrage, this is unsavory
 I am escaping my home trappings
 It takes an old man to bend a sapling
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 Do not wait, do not ponder
 What goes on here, goes on up yonder
 Ghastly mask, shape undone
 A human pile of hair and come
 This wicked man has become unwise
 A silhouette between her thighs
 We are now going, we are not growing
 Anymore, anymore
 So wipe your mouth, the bottle's empty
 Urinate upon the tree
 Into the lake, you threw the house key
 Your mistake, their morality
 Sleeps with the fishes, dirty dishes
 There lays the vessel on its side
 Sleeps with the fishes, dirty dishes
 There lays the vessel on its side