Writer at work [naughty word warning]

[Nick]

Her tatts are blurred by wine
She kinda smells like cat piss
snoring gently on a floor mattress

I tap on the butcher papered typer
as the rooms bulb dances from the cord
(fucking trains)

My rig is darted in the wall
Won't need it anymore
finally met God

Ashtrays everywhere
All overfilled
That babe can sure suck some butt

Gotta finish this piece
Get some sack time
Tomorrows fresh horror dawns early