Ode To Jameson

Dear Jameson, come back to me
this is not without reason
the words pouring themselves on
memories in a shot-glass
look, Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you!

spirits lit up the whole scene
you came out electric-yellow
because green didn't become you
the suit i wore had flaming cuts
but Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you!

the girl and the boy,
the glass-eyed, your killer stare
clinks making love drink itself
pulling everyone on liquid snare
but Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you!

you go away oh why?
was that old-Irish in you killing you?
flaming birches crawling on her back
"set me on fire, burned my desire!"
but Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you!


the tick-tock killer-clock,
the feathers singed on the floor,
sea of lights wore on a melting rock-
memories of you remained no more

"but Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you!
little drops of piss always love you!"