In the summer
When it gets hot on Hastings
I can drink beer
Like when I was a punk
I can drink beer
I can drink beer
I can drink beer
I can drink beer
In the summer
When it gets hot on Hastings
I can snort coke
Like Simon "Stubby Pecker" Wilde
I can snort coke
I can snort coke
I can snort coke
I can snort coke
In the summer
When it gets hot on Hastings
I shoot dope
Like Chris Walter
I can shoot dope
I can shoot dope
I can shoot dope
I can shoot dope
2 comments:
Beer, you have an international readership. Many of us are in the Canadian Underbelly where we do not hear much of anything from outside of here. Lately, when I don't understand something you've said, I google it and get an education. I did not know about Trudeau and canoes until I read your poem and googled "Pierre Trudeau canoe." I had forgotten about Stubby Pecker, but the internets reminded me. I had never heard of Chris Walter until today. I'm sure you can't buy his books here. I understand that Stubby has been too dead to snort coke for quite some time. Chris Walter, it seems, no longer shoots dope. I hope you don't drink beer like I drank beer when I was a punk because that kind of thing is bad for old people. Maybe you didn't drink much beer when you were a punk. I doubt that.
We give out citizen papers to all sorts of people. If it was up to me, none of those citizenships would be given out to those who have never paddled a canoe.
As for the beer, the recent, unprecedented heatwave, and my response to it, did remind me of how I kept cool in the summers I lived in punk rock apartments hot as the sewers of Hell.
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