Christmas On Codeine

I figured they were kings. After all what's a king to do At a party where the guests had Bad breath and rain splattered invitations. By the way, They looked like giants by the mantel. Swirling a wine glass never Held a tune quite like this. I watched a drunk old man Attempt to swivel his way Into a date rape drug based teenager. God bless the man who held his tongue. God damn that woman by the host With her cat hair covered Christmas massacre. She was sweet enough in nature. I moved back against a table edge And became a wallflower With too much lipstick for her skin tone. After drenching myself with A shaky glass of gin I could spot one of the kings devouring a peach And I could see why the ladies loved him, Seduced him, Disowned him, And whatever else they did. So I sat and watched. I became a queen amidst A cornucopia of pluots and plums. I was a gift to the race of men And a goddess compared to narcotics. Pleasing was just another hobby of mine. It goes great with a red dress and whiskey.