The Cocksucker

I sat in a bar on the lower east side
I like this place; there are always a few bums in here
They had never seen the world
But they looked like they’d been dragged all the way round it
I came to this saloon quite a lot
It wasn’t very near my apartment but I enjoyed the walk
It was about six blocks and it helped me clear the hangover
Most of the time I sat on the same stool
I always drink whiskey with a bit of ginger
And the coldest beer in the house
The girl who works behind the bar is a pretty little thing
She has a great rack of lambs and an exceptional highnie
I’d already smoked four cigarettes and it didn’t feel like I’d been here long
I had a pack and a half left
I figured I oughta slow down if I was gonna last the whole day
I was minding my own business when this guy showed up
I think at the time I was daydream
I was imagining what I would do with that piece of ass behind the bar
All I needed was twenty seconds only with that cunt
So this dip-shit he sits next to me
Out of every fucking seat in the whole place this cocksucker decides to sit next to me
Not only does he sit by me. But he starts to talk
He’s not just making bullshit conversation.
I mean he’s telling me stuff
He starts tell me shit, I don’t need to know
Something about how he thinks his wife is seeing another fella
How when she comes home late at night
He can smell another mans cock on her mouth
I mean this kind of shit, its none of my business
If I was this pricks wife
I would probably be sucking all the cocks in the city just to get away from this guy
What a stupid fucking son of a bitch.
This piece of shit sits next to me when I’m clocking pussy
I would have told him to go fuck his mother and leave me alone
But he keeps buying drinks
This was when I thought maybe this crazy fuck’s a fag
“Hey you ain’t a queer are ya”
“Get the fuck outta here”
So he continues to tell me about his shithole life
How he’s got two kids that don’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves
He's hardly got any family who give a fuck
Just a low life bum for a brother
Who sits in the same bar everyday
Living off the money there dead mother left them in her will
This prick, he didn’t shut the fuck up
All I could think about was taking the bar maid out the back
Ripping her work pants off
Then slowing edging her panties down her thighs with my two thumbs
Just as I’m getting to the good bit
I realise I'm getting a hard on and this guy’s still talking to me
I had to think of something else
Then right out of the blue he told me he had to go
Thank the good fucking lord for that
He said he was driving and had to pick his kids up from school
Woopie fucking do for you. Just get the fuck outta here, cocksucker
Then the man left
Before he left he bought me a beer
I only had half a pack of cigarettes left
I knew I’d have to slow down if I was gonna drink in here all night
I finished the beer he bought and got a colder one
The girl behind the bar started to walk toward me
I thought, Jesus Christ, maybe this could be my lucky fucking day
She had something in her hand
It was the bars telephone
I was thinking who the fucks calling me here
She told me my brother was on the phone
Fuck. I was supposed to meet that son of a bitch today
“Hey bro what’s happening”
“Did I leave my wallet on the bar. I can’t find the fucking thing anywhere”