Feels Alrite Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

Goddamn, I feel alrite!

The stores are playing smooth Christmastime jazz
You can hear it everywhere.

I'm grinning like a damn jack-o-lantern,
Dragging off a cigarette just about as long as your ol' man's arm

There's an old man sufferin' down the sidewalk
& I wanna jump up on his shoulders and shout
'Say Man, Don't You Feel Alrite? ! '

& I'm everywhere,
Writing dirty poems on alleyway walls
& winking at pretty girls
& Goddamn I feel alrite
& you aren't
even
on...