Lizard
I've got the manners of a lizard,
yet she keeps saying I'm a wizard
She is so happy self-misleading:
she's sick to watch her step
I get myself a beer and sip it
She fails to learn, no way to drip it:
neither a word, nor any trifle,
just nothing coud have helped
I get myself a shot and watch walls
Out of her purse a mirror falls,
it does not break but kinda tolls.
She watches it and goes: "Yep.."
And on and on the bar's full
and on and on I stay cool.
Unless the walls sway,
then
I need another pull.
2013
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