Rolling Stone

My connect is about to re-up.      
     
Too much is never enough.      
     
One cig fallows the next and    
My life is a consistent mess.    
     
My ambitions are few but grand.    
     
Blow is the best friend I have.      
     
Bottles of wine keep me company and      
Broken women tend to love me.      
     
I test death to taste it.      
     
Wicked games are my favorite.      
     
I dance with the devil and      
My soul slows down to savor it.      
     
This is the path I chose.    
     
I've have no direction home.      
     
I'm no saint so call me a
Rolling Stone.