Want a drink around the clock?
Hop on the P12 around 6 o'clock.
Get off at Eastover; walk cross the lot.
Liquor store opens around 7 o'clock.
The local drunks never leave the lot.
Maybe they live somewhere up the block.
Sometimes it smells like urine around the clock.
Other times it smells like weed mixed with small talk.
Drunks got to eat and drink as they gawk,
So why not pee on somebody's old dirty sock.
Find a bush and let bodily fluid flow freely like a stream.
Piss rolls down onto the cracked sidewalk and bumpy street.
Customers step in puddles and now they too have smelly feet.
The smell of piss pollutes the air.
But it's no more than anyone can bear.
No one cares around here, so just beware.