Saturday night

Saturday night

 

Saturday night comes around and so alone without a date,

So I sit at home in my leather chair and I masturbate.

I don't wash my hands and I eat a bag of stale Doritos

While my thighs get all bitten up by mellow fat mosquitoes.  

 

I strum my cheap guitar, cut my fingers on the rusty strings,

And then I heat up half a dozen buffalo chicken wings

While I smoke through two packs of Newport menthol cigarettes

And try on lipstick with a pair of Samantha's black fishnets.

 

I put in a DVD of the Rocky Horror Picture Show

And I admire the complexities of Vincent Van Gogh .

Oh, this is how I spend the usual dateless Saturday night

And it maybe a bit repulsive but it just feels so right.