Track And Field Records

As the Methuselah birthday
must be to invent
And today decided not to come the postman
I write to anyone in the bar.

whiskey, tequila
Oops, that were also
know what? that no pupil
Bring vodka to finish in to-and-see.

is that my hand does not work
And the pen refuses to write
is when one understands that Dona
wren has been lost in the future.

Being poor, tall, a bit silly and I mean that clueless
I leave the country where
But lady, if you are well protected pawn?
do not know, man, bring me the bill, here smells like hashish.