velvet elvis

I'm barhopping around the LES with a Bronze Star on the first of the month. I'm drinking my 3rd dirty martini alone, tell them I'm dead. I'm doing Molly in the driver's seat with an Equestrian Lesbian after the foot party. I'm using the tool box on the back of my pick-up as a day bed, cleaning my nails with a toy hammer.

I'm covering your mouth and kissing my hand. Goodbye mind, what is the outfit you'll go missing in? Tunic top, opalescent jeggings, velour beret, penny loafers. Whenever I feel like I'm going to pass out on the toilet I remind myself that Elvis passed out on the toilet when he died and it's reassuring.