PROSE

After years at the helm of a Grecian place / Where daily I fed the human race / I stepped out quick to quit the pace / At which we served our garlic paste

The drunker I get, the more I forget the best thing around is the feel of the ground. It’s cool on my face.

Oh, times can be tough. They can. And times can be rough on your hands and knees. That’s because times like these rewind and repeat –

Hello's a good lie –