MN Manmacker's mansploitation
In prison, Steel saw a documentary, and it turned out lizards drink mad water, like desert lizards when it floods, they be guzzling that! Lizards is wise motherfuckers. Drink when it floods, nigga!
“Shit… Once I get my first paycheck, nigga, I’mma get so much liquor — we gonna be drinking like lizards after our first leave, Lem.” In prison, Steel saw a documentary, and it turned out lizards drink mad water, like desert lizards when it floods, they be guzzling that! Lizards is wise motherfuckers. Drink when it floods, nigga!
From Steel the Roughneck
Ain’t it crazy how all locker rooms smell like honky feet? Even the ones white people don’t use.
Ain’t it crazy how all locker rooms smell like honky feet? Even the ones white people don’t use. That do make a nigga think!
From Steel the Roughneck
He hid that notion under his domey-doodle though.
Anywayhows, the Portuguese spaghetti was good as girlfarts, and then they hip-hopped it to showers after supper. Steel kept it cool and calm, though his blood crawled up in his eyes and he wanna run back to his bunk to drink, glug-a-glug-a-goo, damn he wished he put a flask in his locker, if he was rich, he’d put flasks everywhere just in case he got thirsty. He hid that notion under his domey-doodle though. He wanna be less smacky for liquor than Lem. It ain’t a real addiction-craving if some other nigga is craving it more. That’s what Steel thought as he showered. Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.
From Steel the Roughneck
Some nigga said the whole rig was counted as a boat under the law, so any alcohol was tantamount to boating under the influence, and you know Steel stays listening to Some Nigga.
A boat did come every week with fresh food, but the boat ain’t allowed to bring no booze. Rig policy. Most technically, nobody on rig was supposed to have any alcohol. It was against the rules. Some nigga said the whole rig was counted as a boat under the law, so any alcohol was tantamount to boating under the influence, and you know Steel stays listening to Some Nigga.
From Steel the Roughneck
That’s prolly why they’s white, they ain’t notice the line to get in to be borned a nigga.
All that time, Mucker ain’t seem to notice Steel got one hand in his pants. Whiteboys don’t notice nothing, it’s crazy. That’s prolly why they’s white, they ain’t notice the line to get in to be borned a nigga.
Steel be making good comparisons, you’re impressed by them.
It was apparent Jenner weren’t gonna make it home, as he tripped over a loose rock and almost fell, then bumped into a brick wall and did fall. He got right back up though, only to bump into a parked car and stagger across the sidewalk. He was struggling and a-stumbling! Straight-up drunk as a trunk! (An elephant’s trunk, not a car) (they drink through they trunks, it does make sense) (Steel be making good comparisons, you’re impressed by them)
Well, that metaphor was outta control — outta control like a drunk! Or a war!
The concert turned out to be a house party — it wasn’t a concert followed by a party, it was a concert at a party! Fulla drinking! Fulla injecting IV drug use! Clouds of weed smoke! Bottles of liquor all over! All over like fallen soldiers in the battlefield of addiction! No, like soldiers toppling — like living soldiers getting toppled by the guns of using in a battlefield of willpower in a war of addiction — no, wait, the soldiers is like individual decisions to drink or not drink, and the guns is like willpower, or whatever the opposite of willpower is, the war is addiction itself. Well, that metaphor was outta control — outta control like a drunk! Or a war! There you go, Steel brought it back around again.
He was skinny — well-muscled but skinny, like a horse addict — Steel do know the signs! Sure nuff, he checked for trackmarks, and there they were like dead soldiers on Jenner’s elbow — another dead soldier metaphor! — this time, the needle is the war, the pain is the battlefield, and the trackmarks are the guns. No, the pain is the soldiers, the trackmarks are the battles — well, the remains of battlefields, and the dead soldiers are the… — nevermind, the metaphor is proper though, real meaningful if you think about it.
Concerts is for drink-a-linking and druggie-do-dos, every concert got temptations all over like tits on a trampoline!
He wanna go to a concert and a party afterwards, whoopty-woo. That was prime temptation territory, Steel knew that cuz he was a wise nigga. Concerts is for drink-a-linking and druggie-do-dos, every concert got temptations all over like tits on a trampoline!
Whiteboys wear long shorts these days! They’s practically pants! What’s up with that?
Whiteboys wear long shorts these days! They’s practically pants! What’s up with that?
Drunkie-doorights stay complaining! The only cure for that is more sobriety!
Steel let the whine bounce off him like wine — bouncy wine — if wine bounced — okay, that wordplay maybe don’t work, but Steel don’t let it bother him. Drunkie-doorights stay complaining! The only cure for that is more sobriety! And Christ!