I have no desire to go out tonight It's Friday, I'll stay in, drink, be alone My beloved is away, on business Nothing drives me, not friends or testosterone I read the conservative press, in the hope That we will return to a point in time: A time when the world seemed sane But that world is gone, and this rhyme Can not really convey my frustration Alcohol is my time machine, sad but true The torpor of mundanity lifts awhile Oh the joie de vivre at twenty two Thick hair, white teeth and intoxication And therein lies the connection The bottle fastens me to that young man Time stands still if I avoid my reflection I don't want to see what others do And anyway, I'm learning to accept death An erstwhile friend, constant and veritable All life long I've ascended to descend From the light to the dark and the inevitable.