Question

Life- styles....

Sell me a watch.

Study, my agony...

Sell me some scotch.

Labeled drinks, lacking shelf value,

Pay for the boom, twist a cap and drive a cork through you!

A tale was spun,

Tall and sinister,

Drown with crutches, lean, cocktail, will you administer....?

Life, impale, me with a care,

Berryman said don't trust me alone.

Thus I can't trust anyone.

Well I filled that hole,

Two thick thighs.

Laid em down, stop.... Fool!

Coffee to go ma'am,

With some cream,

I think I'll go.....

Take the cream