do it all, every bit, every drop, every spec
every last iota of everything
that you can get your hands on
don't fuck around
make it count every time
take it all in until it takes you in
end up at the beginning of the end
take your fill and then some
whatever you can get your hands on
don't parse words over niche ideas
don't pet your own filigree name tag
pour some more into the bottomless pit of you
absorb the sweat off the walls as you claw away
biting and scratching and thrashing into the more of it
skitter across the ground in barefoot socks
doubled up to make no sound
push blood into blood as it clots into mud
burn it all into ash like an ashy worshiper of ash
blow all the smoke out into bottles that have no resale value
take it all home in a doggie bag for two
that will do fine just for you
then do it up in a rest area bathroom
try to cop some more before you leave again
keep a keester full of hope
just in case you get strip searched bare
before you make it back to a home you never had
lick it up like kitty milk spilled over lost tears
across marble thrones left in forgotten tombs
full of the overdosed bones that rattle with envy
at the living holocaust of trivial dust jackets
worn in spillover dreams that come on
in the darkest moments
of motel rooms with the blinds closed
just before room service knocks
waking you into puddles of lost piss
that splashes you in the face nicely
for another round of the wake up game
you take what you can get
whatever you can get
wherever you can get it
until you can't take anymore
until the fill is full and running over and over and out
