Wednesday Night Drinkball

There's nothing less cool than feeling exhausted

From hours of not doing a d**n thing at all

Not thrilling to chill steal bandwidth and cable

Give shouts to employers and wait for the call

There's a light shining out from the windowsill

Not content to project all day long

Maybe I could walk a little to the library closed

Maybe I could do this right for once get my ducks in a row

And just stop talking trash or whatever they say

Make the bed sweep the floor shake the carpet and spray

Put my s**t in a pile on the top slap a post-it

Don't worry someday your skill set will be wanted

But today everybody is a little tired

It's Wednesday

So at 10：00 I'm walking down a chilly Boerum

To Broadway

And it's you and me and a tall boy of Colt 45 or Bud Light

What's the cheapest one

Get through one more night I drink fast I don't savor

Each way takes an hour and at 12：00 I'll be gone