What I Learned From Santa

Vincente Santo, aka Santa, was drunk
every time I saw him.
Drove a blue MG, had just quit his job
at the post office and was blowing his retirement fund.
He was generous with his dope and beer,
rented a second floor apartment where we hung out
and got loaded.

I liked Santa's Zappa albums.
He played Weasels Ripped My Flesh,
Hot Rats, and The Grand Wazoo.
But we were wasting time
in a way that bugged me somehow.
I couldn't put my finger on it,
it just seemed like
we weren't going anywhere.