a slice of happiness

reality bites you 
in the ass 


when you return


and spreads 
it's venom

through
 your entire body 


taking away any 
experience 


that provided you 


with a slice of happiness


and freedom 



but while your there


drinking


ogling


laughing


meeting new people


recovering


and loosening up 
the bones



people 
from all walks of life 


from 


renegades


vigilantes 


posers


attorneys


doctors


garbage men


mail men


drunks


whores


and addicts 



will be there together


respecting 
the same thing


life on two wheels


and the open road



and when you listen 
to tales

from the 
old timer


who has traveled


all over the world


he tells you this



"the only two things 
in life

i have not done

was 
stick needles in my arms 


and do homosexuality" 


which means he has done


a lot of other shit





and

when your told


to keep pocket knives tucked


and colors hidden 


you know 
there is business somewhere 


but not as long

as your not 
fucking

with another persons 
bike or old lady



for the time being


you just get drunk


enjoy the company


and piss and shit


in the cleanest 
porta potters


ever 



and


when it's time 


to bring your dead soul back 


you forget a little



but remind yourself


there will be next year