Greyhound

Eyebrows drawn on by pencils
A cert chases her menthol
I bet she melts like a candle when
She's caught out in the rain

Damaged capillaries
Caused by to many greyhounds
His porus grapefruit-like skin
Sure holds a permanent glow

On the rocks or just straight up this bartender here he's got a heart of gold
A thick dust layer on the bell announces a place where heroes seldom show

Stetson tongue sucks his bridge work
Between goldfishing his highball
He slowly descends upon sea legs
I guess it's time to go