Oooh you're a naughty mess

yeah shit, now 29 yrs'de and doing okay/ 4 days in idyllic surroundings drying out(ish) and eating well/ got a gig on 25th, actually being paid money to play blues/ 've compiled an extensive play list tho''ll've to take out some of the more obscure stuff/ i have mellowed and thus no longer wish to deliberately patronise and thus alienate most of my audience/ the flipside is the complete adoration of the few who get it, but i guess i'm more secure than i used to be/ moreover was going to score a whole bunch of heroin on my b'day and instead had a meal with some ppl and a cpl b'rs and a cpl spliffs/ que l'phuk?/ je kendown to 25mls methadone and my bones hurt like fuckery/ will persevere however as i'm sick of the green angel/ listening one good man, janis joplin/ hm, drinking polish bier, beir, beer, bee-ar, what-ev-ahh, and taking it E-ahy-Z, moyne/