LIQUID LOVER

YOU HOLD ME IN YOUR

                                       LIQUID ARMS

YOU BEGUIL ME WITH

                                      YOUR CHARMS

YOU MAKE PROMISES THAT

                                                 WERE BORN TO SINK

YOU WOULD LIKE TO THINK

THAT I LOVE YOU DRINK

BUT I DESPISE YOU

AND THAT IS TRUE

YOU WOULD LIKE TO THINK

I WOULD DIE IN YOUR ARMS

BUT,BABE, I JUST DON’T SEE

YOUR CHARMS ANYMORE

THAT’S FOR SURE YOUR BORE

 

Jane Vaughan