Only When I'm Drunk

I sang like John Elton.
My stage, a dirty plastic table
Littered with bottles
Full of yellow-colored piss
From a red horse devil
Who laughs while we consume
His factory- brewed potion
Changing the appearance
Of that scantily-clad lady
Dancing beneath the red light
To a mystical princess
Of heavenly beauty and charm.
I wanted to ask her number
Forgetting
That in the morning
She would turn
To an ugly hag as ugly

As the devil himself
Who laughs while we consume
His factory-brewed potion
Turning the world
Into a turn-table
Where every step spins
The wheel, and I,
Back to the chair
Where I face the devil

Who laughs while we consume
His factory-brewed potion
That can turn every word into
Laughter and every
Fart into a work of art
While I sip another
Glass of piss and sing
Like Martin Nievera ...
Until the sun comes up

And I,
Into my lonely bed
Again.
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