Another beer, another me

The last drink at the last bar

On the last street in the city

Another beer for another me

That I yet again have to best

I wrote a hundred poems in a quarter of a year

Every single one was shit

But every line was just as dear

And yes, I‘ll surely disappear

And you won‘t see me here again

And when my brand succumbs to fear

I won‘t be preaching shit at friends

And no, I won‘t be meeting ends

Because I‘ll always be as poor

As back in 2004 

I wouldn‘t ask no questions more

All the moral questions plaguing me

Have drowned in seas of cash

If I‘m not awake by daylight

Then you‘ll find me in the trash