Lizard

I'm a lizard by trade

doing my pushups at 3 am

feels pretty damn good

and the beer is still cold

Take me back, Kerouac

remember the bottle of wine we shared

couldn't tell if it was red or white

I wanted it red

That was the time you left me behind

the streets were empty except for the rain

it fell like bullets

hurt like hell

but what hurt worse

was when you were gone without a word

I thought it was a bad dream

but no such luck

I went back to my stupid job

I was counting on something but lost track

so I quit

everyone looked at me

Their looks made me feel half baked

I wandered over the hot rocks

except when I dashed to the shade

I didn't want to be eaten alive

I did more pushups.

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