Treasure
We stumbled down the bar last night
for a couple of pots and a fight
We started on Beer, just for good cheer
and then Brandy for good measure
she sat with us at the end of the bar
and said her name was Treasure
Some bloke said he was off to bed
and asked, could he take Treasure.
Now Treasure happens to be the wife
of a chum of mine whose doing Life
in a Central Prison somewhere
I said I would take good care of her
He pulled out a knife and said he'd do life
and it would be a pleasure to cut my throat
He was only thinking of his mate "The Goat"
and looking after Treasure!
I knew his motive led him to bedding Treasure.
So I bought him drinks and let him think
that he'd got the better of me
and when he was well and truly oiled
I said I need a pee and did he?
He agreed with me!
I smashed my glass, that made him blink!
We strolled out into the dark backyard
he was really taking his leisure
He smiled and murmured under his breath
as he fumbled with his fly.
He thought I didn't hear, but I did
I heard his sigh as he murmured "Treasure"
The bottle I'd hid in my overcoat pocket
broke on his face and took out his eye socket
All for that small sigh of pleasure
while fumbling with his dick
he would have to die quick
because no one messed with Treasure
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