I tried telling the truth

And everything came like a confession.

Tried sniffing cocaine

But I still can't describe how it smells:

INVINCIBILITY,

with a floppy Achilles tendon, maybe

After 40hours on the bus

I tried fitting in with the Mountains

And wound up feeling racist.

So I came home,

Small as a gnome,

Grew into a man,

Got Drunk,

Tipped over,

Picked myself up,

Dipped the Barmaid with a wink,

Tipped her with a toonie

Then pushed the street open with the door,

Felt the night like a speeding pick-up

Windows down and wind, engines and noise

"where we going?" I HOLLERED.

To find beautiful women.

"BEAUTIFUL" i whispered.

The ones here to try and keep everything honest.

"BEAUTY" Let's go.

cg