Vampire Liberty

Halloween of Sixty-three, no Dinero do I see,

Just a humble P.F.C., posted at M.C.R.D.

Payday’s just a day away, but in the hut, I must stay,

Can’t even go out to play, can’t even hit old T.J.

Buddy Ron gets a thought, evil scheme he has wrought,

“I know where blood is bought, at the clinic it is sought.

A pint of blood is worth five bucks, and sittin’ here really sucks”,

All I have to say is shucks, layin’ round is just for schmucks.

Headin’ out to give our blood, no more of this barracks crud,

This weekend won’t be a dud, costin’ just a pint of blood.

Hour later we’re countin’ cash, gonna’ have quite a bash,

Headin’ out with panache, gonna drink until we crash.

Take the bus to San Ysidro, ‘cross the line we do go,

Gotta make the Tequila flow, cuz we’re in Old Mexico.

Blue Fox ain’t quite our style, avoid that Donkey by a mile,

Lookin’ for a bargirl’s smile, hit the Bat Club for a while.

 With salt and lime we begin, Mescal makes the blood run thin,

Drinkin’ Modelo ain’t no sin, soon I’ve got a stupid grin.

Midnight tolls the Day of the Dead, start to get an achy head,

For Toni’s Restaurant we do head, gotta’ spend all our bread.

The waitress shows a smile, as my pal she does beguile,

They disappear for a while, what’s goin’ on ain’t my style.

Sober up on a cup o’ Joe, say farewell to my dough,

Now you know my tale of woe, spent the night in Mexico.

LDT August 8, ‘21

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