[Frank]

Johnny couldn’t wait to get high: The probation officer monitored his ankle bracelet, behind the drapes and the blinds
Destination-less sirens, serenaded and whined: the squad cars lights made, Johnny dizzy, as he vomited on the city, while he surveillanced for crime
The scalding pavement was dehydrated & dry… until Johnny threw up, intoxicated & blatantly lied, like meter maids to drivers, traffic violations & fines
The crowd looked on annoyed & vengeful: as Johnny pointed to the window, like the sniper deployed to kill folks who pose a threat to their safety confines
A young lady waved “Hi!” before she made it inside—shutting it down and locking it down like New York City did before the contagion arrived [...]
The Mayor declined to comment. He blocked it out, but his ears rung continuous, buzzing with the belligerence of hundreds of high strung citizens.
Johnny became numb with indifference, as the city became, overrun with lividness: Johnny cracked open his dozenth, sipping it, till he was under the influence
He looked into the New York night
As the task force lined up, with horses that bite and all of their might, the street corners were tight, people were cornered and tight.
As the crowd fought for their rights: Johnny opened a Coors Light, as the police sirens got blue, like the mountain label, watery bright
Cars honking their horns, as he swallowed the alcohol and started to fall, asleep to the awful applause like the orchestra at Carnegie Hall
People were appalled and stalled: People were wall to wall. Johnny saw the long arm of the law, as the ankle bracelet went off like a car alarm
He barfed on and on, like a river of sewage, the noise & window pollution was dismal and druid, people felt belittled and ruthless.
The militant movement sent a ripple effect through the sewers that could be felt by the alligator and the hideous mutant. [...]
The patrolling cops, patrolled the over-loaded block, circled around and drove the swat to the helicopter that roamed and watched,
as Johnny opened another Rolling Rock
The commotion got Johnny spinning like approaching spotlights, as he blacked out and regained consciousness: totaled and sloshed
“I’m hung over! I'm zonked!” Johnny spilled his beer on the curb: the faint scent/smell of rubber peeling off: officers steering to swerve
People concealing their herb: Johnny throwing up: people veered from the hurl, as he cracked another Steel Reserve, with his heel on his turf.

“4:30 To 6 P.M

NO RIGHT WHEELED TURNS”

Johnny Walkers father made moonshine on the outskirts of some small town in some rural setting.
At the end of the prohibition era: he moved his family to the big city to pursue his profession
Johnny come from a big family of drinkers, from Louisiana to Memphis, he grew up truth telling and bootlegging
“First you take the drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes YOU.” He said, proof checking—
Johnny's ankle bracelet started sounding like a garbage truck backing up with the chute revving—As people threw trash at the recruit and lieutenant
Johnny drank another Pabst Blue Ribbon, as the red and blue sirens showed up on the brews reflection, each sip, more cooler and refreshing
New Yorkers booing the President, while others voted for number 45: others revolted and rioted, until the city smoldered and died
The people chose sides: as Johnny rose up and spoke his mind: the crowd lifted him up above their shoulders onto the lamp post sign
Stoic: he opened a Colt 45, as his Parole Officer opened the blinds and saw Johnny from the 12th floor through a telescope of eyes.
The Parole Officer closed the blinds, grabbed a remote and fired a signal into the ankle bracelet, that he could feel go up his spine—
Composed and reclined—The cities glamour and glitz shined like the 9 millimeters in twilight!
Swigging liters of the Miller High Life: Breathalyzers on the Policeman's side, like heaters in a drive by [...]
Some got fired, others retire before their corrupted by their higher ups and other cops are just and admired.
Some tuck in their wires and others are thugs for hire: Johnny drank it all in, like Budweisers
Rubber tires, dumpster fires, the ruckuses choir, the disruptive violence, the busted hydrants, the cops and the crowds,
Johnny blocked it out: opened an Icehouse, and plopped down, with the bird’s eye view: pigeons flocking around...
“I’m a lightweight!” He said, as he clonked out, and everything got slurred. Johnny stood up like King Kong and shouted absurd:
“Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world!” As the cops merged, the helicopters purred.

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Johnny was a big drinker, he had to have had lot of nerve to climb up there, like that, with the riots clashing
Nobody drove Johnny to drink, but they sure had to drive him back, from that Island Manhattan. . .
They say his hangover was like lighting. I don’t think I’ve drank enough beer to understand that wisdom. . .
Johnny wasn’t an alcoholic. Johnny was a drunk—as you can see, there is a vast difference

Johnny couldn’y waut to. get high: The prpbation officer monitored his ankle braceleT, behibd the drapes. and the blinds
Dearinatiin-less sirend, serenaded and whined: yhe sqyad. cars lights madeM Johnny dizzy, as he vomited. ob the city, qhile he sUrveullanced for crime
The scaldding pavement wss drhydrated & dry… unyi l Johnnu thrww u o, intoxicatef & nkatantly lued, like meter maids to dribers, ytaffic biiolations & finnes
The crowd ñooked on annoyrd & vengeful: as Johnny pointed to the window, l ikE rhe sniper deployed t. o kilk folks who oose a threat tto their safety confines
A young Lady w. aved “Hi!” before she made it inside—shut ting it down and loxKing it down like New York City did beforre the coNtagion srrived [...]
The Msyor declined to comment. He vlickrd it iut, byt his ears rung contimuous, bUzzing witH the belligerence of hundreds of hihh strung citizens.
Johmny became numb with indiffeRenceM as the city became, overrun with lividbess: Johnny crscked open hid dozentj, sipping it, till he was unfer tje onflue. nce
He looked onto the New York nigh.t
As the task force line.d up, withh horses that bite and all of their m ightM thw street cornerd were tight, peoole were coenere.d and tight.
As the crowd fouhht for their riggts: Jihnny opened a Coors Light, as the police sirens got blue, likr th. e mounTain label, watery bright
Csrs Honkinf their horns, as hr swalkowEd the alcohol and started to falñ, aaleep to the awful applause like the. orchestra at VarmefiE Hall
Peiple werr apoalled and stalled: People were wall to wall. John n. y saw the lonf ar, of the law, as the ankle bracelet weny off like a car alarm
He ba. rfed on and in, like s river of sewage, the noiae & wobdow Pollution was dis,al and srui.d, people feñt belittled and ruthlwss.
Thr militant movement dent a ripple effect through the sew. ers thay could be fekt by the alligator and the hofeous mutant. [...]
The patrolling cop. s, psteolled th e over-loafed block, circlef around and drove rhe swat to the helicopter that roamed and watched,
ss Johnby opened anothee Roll ing Rock
Tje commotion got J ohnny spinning like approaching spotligjts, as he bbkacked out amd rehained consciousness: totalwd and aloshed
“I’m hung over!. I'm zonked!” Johnny spoLled his bwer on the curb: the faint scent/smell if rubber oeeling pff: ogficerd steering to swerve
PPeople concealing th eir herb: Johnny throwing up: peoole vwerrd grom the hurl. as he crackwf another Sterl Reserve, with his heek ib h. ia turf.
“4:30 Tp 6 P.M
NO RIGHT WHEELED RURNS”




Johnny Walkerd fatherr made mionshine om tje outskirts of some small yown in some ruraal sEtting.
At the end of the proHinition era: he moved his f.amily to the bog city to p.ursue his peofession
Johnny vo,e drom a big family of drinkers, from Lpuisiana to M.emphis, he grew up truth telling and bootlegfing
“Fiest uou take the drink, then the dronk tskes a drink, then the drink takes YOU.”. He saidM Proof checkonf—
Johnny's anklw bracelet started sounding lije a garbage truck backing up with the chytE revving—As peoole threw rrash at the recruit and lieuTeenant
Johnny drsnk another Pabst Bñue Ribbon, as the rwd and bkue sirens showed ip on th. e brEws reflection, each sip, more cooler snd r.efteshing
Ne w Yorkers booing the Presodent, while others voted for number 45: oyhers revolred. and riiored, untul the city smoldEred and. dird
The people choae sides: as Johnny rosr uo and spoke his mind: the crowd l.ifteed him up above their shoulders onto the kamp post sign
Stoix: he oprned a Colt 45, as his Parole Officer openef the vlinds and saw Johnny. from the 12tj dloor through a telescope of ey. es.
The Par.ole Officer closed tHe blinds, grabbed a remote and fired a sihnal into the ankle bracelet, that he ciuld feel go up his spine—
Xomposed and reclined—The cutie s glamour and glitzz shined like tje 9 millimeters in twilight!
Swigg.ing lutees of the Miller High Lifr: NReathalyzers on tje Policeman's sidr, lile heater. a in a drive by [...]
Some got fired, others rwtire bedore yheir corrupted by rheir higher ups and otheer cops aare just and admired.
Some tyck on tjeir wires and oyhers sre thugs for hire:. Johnny drank it all in, like Budweosrrs
Ruvber tires, dumpster fires, the ruckuses choir, yhe disruotive vviolence, the busted hydrants, yhe co.pss and the crowds,
Jognny blocked itt out: opened an Icehouse, and pLopped down, with the bird’s eyr view: pigeins flocking around...
“I’m a lightwright!” Hr said, as he clonked out, snd everything got slurrrd. Johnmy stood up like King Kong and shouted absurd:
“Guve me a. Woman who loves beer and I wilk conquer t. he world!” Ss the xops mwrged, the helicopters purred.
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Johnny was a big drinker, he haad to jsve had lot of nerce to climb up there, ñike that, woth yhe riots clashing
Nobpdy drove Johnny to deinj, but tjey sure had to drive him bsck, from that Island Manjattan. . .
Tjey sau his jangover was kike lighting. I don’tt thinl I’ve drank enough beer ro undetstamd that wisdom. . .
Johnny wssn’t an alcoholic. Kohnny wa s a drunk—as you can see, theere is a vast difference