I prefer a life flavored

with tequila sin

A lime bitter tongue

Injustice on my back

and nonsense on my feet

I relish twisted passions

funded by a dab of nothing

Manically, Intellectual twits

Polite soul takers

And subtle hooligans

Are searching for me

They are my questions

I am their answers

And I won’t ever come home

Home is where the solace is