9/16/17 2:36 AM
\"More About Alcoholism\" -Ramshackle Glory, 2016
Gorm, some guy I used to know
Wanted to drive trucks
He wanted just 3 letters
But instead, had a \"bad day\"
Gorm, the dude who used to come around
Always stood up for himself
But never in front of you
Always beside you
Gorm, some guy I had a smoke with
Sat on stoops and lamented his luck
My own rabbit foot has since shriveled up
I\'ve spent all my karma
But Gorm, the tough son of a gun I knew
Kept on truckin\'
He wouldn\'t ever get in a big rig
Pull a j-brake or get a callsign
I bet it\'d be something interesting
Like Peregrine, or Arpeggio
It seems like he\'ll do a 180
Or maybe not move at all
Then he\'d really be Gorm
Gorm, the man we used to see
Started a job and dreamt of California
Listened to calls and wrote reports
Gorm, the fella who left the next day
Never to be heard from again
Despite the usual parties and convertibles
Gorm, the guy that faded away
Wanted to be alone, but social
Kept a healthy distance
Because closeness in unhealthy for him
It falls in layers, suffocating
And in its death throes he lashes out
Gorm, the guy that just took off