HIGHBALL THE EYEBALL
What went wrong at the fall of Saigon?
I could taste the gin as she’s fucking my tongue.
First prize: a set of steak knives
She could change your life as she ruined mine…
She depends, I suppose, on your take on perfection
Got one eye running in the other direction
It ends, I suppose, in a fit of perplexion with
One eye running in the other direction, and I…
She is a chorister, with a weak heart
Forces bring them together and tear them apart
Now she’s a barrister, with no heart
Brandishing stanzas and verses which none dare call art…
She said: “Top Gun was aiming to
please,
Now be my wingman, and get down on your knees.”
Out for the count with the greatest of ease
I could spit words out like a mouthful of teeth, and I…
She said: “You’ll never want what you can
have”;
I said, “Aiming for Cloud Seven isn’t so bad…”
And now that all the gulls have flown south,
I was diving for crumbs with a gun in my mouth…
Arms raised high in a state of attrition, sat
Minnie Mouse on the Warren Commission
Step back, but not for a lack of ambition
Set Mapother IV an impossible mission, as I…
To save the village, destroy the village…
Corral the villagers in a lynch-mob
Set a blaze in the windmill and finish the job
She said: “There’s nothing now; nothing for us”
I said: “Don’t slow me down, I’m approaching the chorus”…
Take a seat next to Harrison Ford
as Adele’s song wins the Academy Award.
Rifle cross-hairs snapping their jaws
Just to hail the new face of American war, where I:
Highball the eyeball…
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