– Hey, Champ,
how’s it going?
Your sails
need some blowing.
Feeling cold?
– Way too old.
– Yeah, man,
a fluffer’s what you need.
You’re not
up to speed.
When the barman poured
your Vesper Martini,
I hope he ensured
it was nothing too dreamy.
In a Lambo,
off to Funchal,
to Courchevel,
then someone’s bed,
a grand hotel.
Feeling queasy yet?
– I’m feeling dread.
– What’s in the mortar?
Water?
Same old thread.
Yeah, poet,
someone will make you wise;
whiskey won’t
help you
twice.
Your roles so far,
your tours seem bizarre.
Demand
fuels the brand.
You’re too risky,
so grab a whiskey.
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