Sad Boy Praying For His Luck To Change (Or,
Placing A Collect Call To The Almighty Unknown)
We’re talkin’ about consulting the I-Ching.
We’re talkin’ about centering your chakra.
We’re talkin’ about the full-tilt boogie-woogie, baby.
We’re talkin’ about the sho-nuff-shake-em-on-downs.
We’re talkin’ about kickin’ the front door in
and takin’ the back door out.
We’re talkin’ about knockin’ the jug and ballin’ the jack, Jack.
We’re talkin’ about burnin’ with a low blue flame.
We’re talkin’ about gettin’ every-which-way
and lettin’ the monkeys loose.
We’re talkin’ about gettin’ ten foot tall and bullet proof.
We’re talkin’ about an executive session with the bottle.
We’re talkin’ about opening the throttle and gettin’
real gone, gone, gone.
We’re talkin’ about gettin’ red hot
and ready to moan, daddy-o.
Yes, we’re talkin’ about placing a collect call
to the almighty Unknown
which has (mostly) been known to respond in-kind
if not always so much
with kindness.