This Must Be The Place

Revised. From 2016.

This must be the place

I bet I could run into the street
directly from stage
screaming “can I get some DMT here
and then I need to borrow a nail gun
just for an hour I promise”
and I bet no one will blink

They’ll call it creative
They’ll call it a performance piece
They’ll call me eccentric

It’s a lot like the place

where while on acid in college
I hollered
“you fucking pigs” at cops
while I was sitting outside at 4 in the morning
in nothing but shorts
cleaning my nails with a knife
with my back in a snowbank
I never saw the inside of a cell

They called me troubled
They called me lost
They called it an isolated incident

This is still the same place

where yesterday I yelled my way out of
an honestly undeserved ticket
by simply telling the cop
they were full of shit
and no way I did that
and did I look like the kind of person
who’d do that

They decided I didn’t
They let me go
They let me drive off still fuming and punching the wheel

This must be the place

where I get away with all that
where I live to tell the tale
where no one has ever tried to choke or shoot me
for being an asshole on drugs
for being a loudmouth on booze
for being righteously indignant
for being an idiot
for being a stupid kid

They have another way
They have an alternative solution
They have darker fish to fry