Living Life To It's Absolute Minimum

I met the devil, Delilah Cash, and Nancy Nosepowder
at the Southern Gentleman's club
brought them back to my motel room
showed them my wears
made an even exchange
ravaged their wet entrances and exits
et cetera
no time to rest.

Three years later,
fucking macking this waitress at Bob Evans
fucking this waitress at Bob Evans
I forgot to catch her name
but the numbers still scribbled,
along with ejaculate,
on a napkin in my blazer pocket
probably won't call though.

They won't mind, we're in a fucking recession and people have better shit to worry about.