and now the odds are greatly increased
that I may some day get a chance
to kiss your lips.

I thank the Lord each day
for the apocalypse.


Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
but Sugar I won't let it go to my head
my momma's face has dripped down into the dirt
but I'm still chasing chitlins, whiskey and skirt.

i absolutely hate the line that rhymes 'greatly decreased' with 'greatly increased'...

Strange thing to hate, the song is impeccable.

Biker Haiku

on the road for days
two wheels, an engine, and me
I don't brush my teeth