The Greatest


Am I the life of anything other than
Shit talking and manic episodes?
Greatest hater to ever walk these streets:
Bourbon on ice, rye neat, gin with vermouth,
Or whatever that one guy made me that one time.
Not even looking to get fucked up,
More just validation,
An excuse to be myself
To soften the edge from here to there
I see no point in the middle
I see no point in the essence
Looks like the juice is all squeezed out
And we’re left sucking on rinds