i fancy myself a drinker
and liken myself to john wayne
watch great amounts of reality
and become disillusioned with tranquility
time is telling me i may need a pair of bifocals
but clarity was never one of my strengths
i still havent my match
or an ol maid wishing me to settle down
inseparable from soundness
and incorrigible to boot
toward the desert and back
a stiff drink and a tip of the hat