a barfly considers changing his name
| Lush's Alias
I think if my name were Jack,
that would serve me just right,
considering the copious amounts
of Daniels I imbibe every night.
If I take into account feelings
of when I've drunk my last buck,
my queasy stomach is more likely
to come up with a name like Chuck.
Maybe Eddie is suitable imagery
for my life that's spinning down,
going nowhere but a septic tank's
bowels where my problems drown.
But all in all, if I have to pick
one name from a very sordid many,
since my best bud is a toilet bowl,
I suppose John is as good as any.