Converts my humble soul in fear
The rudiments of simple moral
Afflicted by greed and sorrow
Overtaken by immortal thoughts
Unlawfull pompous consumption
My intoxication nevertheless,
Evermore will never bless thy soul
Thine heart i crave like the dole
Thy insides churn and wail in vain
Thy goals on hold quite insane
Abstenance like murder what utter
In vermouth i bathe through my days
As i beg to dine than die oh!
Not elsewhere but in your silky arms
As i search for immortal bliss
For the most verocious of highs.