Grab a cool champagne, a bubbly whore,
fill her right up, order some more.
Turn her upside down, she knows the score,
open wide, drink deep an’ pop your cork.
I’ve bin around, seen some wierd shit,
crazier than crazy, the older I get.
I don’t mind sayin’, it’s all fun and games,
but you can’t make it up: Completely insane.
Not talkin’ ’bout love here, we’re pushin’ the edge.
Beyond golden showers, beyond golden head.
No map how to get here, the twilight zone,
the end of the world, the start of the dome.
A glitch in the Matrix, rogue N.P.C.s.
Who knows if it’s real? The stuff I’ve seen!
©2.8.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman
Nothin’ beats a bubbly whore,
You’d never guess she was a bubbly whore,
turn her upside down, let the champagne pour.
Fill her right up, plug in the cork,
shake her about drink her cocktail shower.