Belamite Howling At the Moon
Belamite Howling at the Moon
A belamite sat drinking
In a bar
On the dangerous left side
Of the city of Angels
By the rail road tracks
In the dark dangerous part of town
Where the police fear to tread
And the tourists never came
Twenty drinks too sober
The belamite drank
His way to hell
One bourbon, one scotch
And one beer
Drinking alone
With his buddies
Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, old grand dad
Mr. Bullit, Jonny Walker
He looked up
At the naked lady
Dancing with an attitude
That could kill an elephant
In heat
He stumbles out
Looks at the blood red blue moon
And begins howling at the moon
Liked an escaped banshee
From the depths of hell
The other drunken inmates
From that bar of evilness
Joined him in howling
at the rabbit in the moon
Copyright © Jake Aller | Year Posted 2020
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