Drunk as Hell - April 14

I made out with 3 different girls tonight,
in plain sight of each other.
This is that scene from Dr. Strangelove,
when he rides the atomic bomb from the plane to the ground
and is eventually liquefied in a blaze of apocalypse.

Meanwhile, at DPS, the peoples read their deepest dreams
and laid their souls out on the stage,
and James and I
just whispered jokes
and stoked by-standers' rage.
But maybe we're just hypocrites
or perhaps we see it all,
Serious stands and heartburned staunch
Give nothing to our souls.

So gimme shelter, JML,
And tell me what is left,
upon this tabled stage of lies,
we repeat trouble cleff.
The bass beat bottles' bulge is burnt
and no more breath is lived
But carefully the stars align
to give us what is meant;
And Jeremy, Jerome is empty,
carefully we wrought,
the words that catalyze the comforts
and predispose what's taught.

So away, so away, sir JML,
and preach the bottom line:
this world, these words and all your poses
fail to speak what's mine.
And if in doubt we build a finish
upon the sea that folds,
then maybe there's still hope to vanquish
our shivers from the cold.