Magic Beans

Oh, where to plant my magic beans, And bring to life my darkest dreams? Is it in you, half measured glass, On the bar that I might pass? Will she notice you are laced, And on her tongue that bitter taste? Will she panic when her mind goes black, Her vision blurs, her muscles slack? Will she know when I creep in? I doubt she will know anything. The crowd moves too fast to focus That face distorts into a haze A lingering sensation The fear I feel at his embrace My body is too heavy My skin, it feels too thick My head spins like a Catherine wheel And makes me very sick Oh, how to thank my magic beans For permitting me these dirty things. What will I do when I get home? For the first time I am not alone.