Long Days, Good Nights

Long days are ended ,
By the sound of a crisp pop.
The cup half full is consumed, refilled,
Not meant to ever stop.

My cabinet full of happinesses,
I swallow them all.
I've now drank three times my weight,
In lovely alcohol.

Walking around the neighborhood,
Seems like a marvelous idea.
Smiling at the stars,
Turning on my Kia.

I can not remember how I got,
To this here Taco Bell,
But my presence calls for a quesadilla combo,
That sure would be swell.

Oh where, Oh where,
Did all my clothes end up?
I'm covered in hot sauce,
And what looks like throw up.

No worries, I wash up in a nearby,
Ditch, by the road.
Meet Candy, the hooker,
Into whom I shoot my load.

No wallet brings problems,
Chased by men in blue hats.
The YMCA has awful dirty,
Yet comfy looking mats.

Awake the morning after,
Feeling the very opposite of right.
Rejoicing, for my mouth holds the bad taste,
Of such a very good night.