When Tomorrow Doesn't Matter

i have 24 hours to live
and every vice and lust at my disposal

i was trying to stay sober
work a good program and be a better person
but
doesn't seem much point
now

so i order more pizza than i know i can finish
because my waistline is no longer an issue
as of tomorrow

i call Cheyenne
tell her to bring some blow
two handles of tequila
and plenty of fuck

i've got a surplus of Viagra
and no reason to save any

put on my favorite tie
favorite cologne
and a Nina Simone record

and
maybe
call Cheyenne back
and tell her to grab a gallon of mint chocolate chip