fifth of whiskey

3 bottles of satisfaction, one of regret. there was never a man who could reason with delight, there was never a better reason to.

out of the corner of my eye leap camel, parrot and snake. your lies are sweet, says i to the snake, you are a charmer with the flick of a tongue.

upon my word, says he, i can hear your heart boil and seethe and the hiss of steam escaping from atrium pounding through arteries makes my skin crawl. won’t you relinquish your reign of dread and lay your dead promises to rest?

ah, my friend, i sizzle back,  it is not the old promises that have broken my heart but the absence of new ones.

the parrot grabbed the crawler by the neck. stop thrashing about, he ordered, his screech echoing through the halls. i can give you my word no lie will escape my lips. how many copies of this agreement must be released?

i would drink a watermark lie over carbon truth on most weekdays, i reply, and today is no exception

i need a drink too, said the camel and sat on them both.