Johnny Scarlotti

Drunk

I curl up on my favorite bench
in my disgusting blanket
I take another swig of the rancid liquid
A car rolls by playing a familiar song
with that catchy chorus:

I just died in your arms tonight,
it must have been something you said

I sing along as best I can—

I’m
Just
Dying

I’m
Just
Dying

Then everything fades to black