Why You Drink So Much, Baby?

Painting and poetry by Rick Mobbs

Why you drink so much, baby?

Why you drink so much baby?
You make people worry,
alla time damn you fuck and fight
an you drink too much baby.

Sometime he love you baby.
Hanging all damn time on the wall
arms pinned, headache
feet hurt
too damn high
an wondering god damn when it gonna end?

Two thousand years they hide
a piece of him in Istanbul.
Constantine did it
an he comin back to get it.
Cause he love you baby.

Rick Mobbs January 2008