tilt and the game is over

an ounce of smoke is fifty joints
each one lasts four hours
a quart of mescal, tequila or rum
four shots a clip, four hours of numb

a pack of four dogs along the Han shore
would like a meal every four hours
happy dogs roaming free
four friends sniffing, tail wagging

AC/DC pinball machine
not as satisfying to happy dogs
drinking, smoking, listening to music
tilt and the game is over

drinking and smoking and talking our day
book of stories and facts lack
only as good as a shared bowl of snacks
friends in the pack and trusted witnesses

it's better to rust
tilt and the game is over
enemies tilt, phoney friends tilt
uppity relatives tilt and they're over

true love never tilts
you never can tilt your children
(though they may tilt you)
so goes the pinball life

but the jukebox plays songs
when the song is over
the jukebox plays another song
with a memory of favorites forever
the music goes on forever

it'll jostle and shake you
and slap your side
finess you caress you
take a ride
it'll play you and lay you
and feel your pride
but like a sex movie
the feeling's on the other side

what is wanted is union
all on one side, reunion of union
the opposite of tilt
unions never tilt
(though bosses try to tilt them)
friends and unions never tilt

alone with your bottle?
your smoke and your pinball machine?
snacking alone?
playing games with yourself?
you tilt

go to sleep?
pass out?
TILT

until the whole penny drops
that if you shake too hard...
don't shake it too hard.
let it end naturally.
game over.