A Reagan's Youth

These days drag on
but only in the minds eye.
Young men want to be off
in the thick of the action,
always on go
Never stop, never sleep;
drinking, smoking, fighting,
falling in and out of love.
We're all broke but it ain't so bad.
We get some whiskey now and then
and a piece of ass.
This is the life of a king.
Yet misery still hunts us down.
It finds a way to creep in through
the window molding
like a draft,
like the stink of garbage on a hot day in July.
We sit back at last call
smoking our cigarettes and ask
WHY?
Then the phone rings;
Sarah wants to come over.
Said she has half a fifth of Cutty left.
And just like that it melts
like the ice in our glasses
as we swallow it down somewhere
we'll never see.