Days feeling
Like a million bucks
In faded
Levis jeans
High on life
And wine
Playing childish games
Dancing to the rhythm
Of the saints
The sun is hot and
People are out, cats
Birds, dogs, insects bugs
And the grass is green
And the trees are budding
A perfect day
To feel alive
To take a ride
Just my bike
And me
We make it
A block
Before a cop
Who also is having
One of these
Glorious moments
Fined me fifty bucks
For running a stop sign
And being drunk
