After the third round I strike a match and watch it burn till my fingers burn

After the fourth round I strike a match and watch it burn ... the flame fades and the smoke lingers just a little to long and off on an adventure I go with 20 beers in tow

The pen is moving, words appearing on the page ...but what do they mean ... why do they have to mean anything

I turn the page and start a new ... 19 beers in tow...17 matches to sow

More words ... less beer...

More thoughts ... no sleep...

Fewer matches and less ink....

15 beers remain ... just me myself and I killing right now...thoughts in mind and words on paper ...where is this going ... the words ... my life ...

Fuck it the beer is easy down ... I'll take another