Wicked Brew

05.20.98

One more, bartender;
pour me this wicked brew again,
for it gives me sustenance
and feeds the monster roaring within.


Hit it, jolly barman;
sweet, strong, java brew
that runs rampant through my veins
and eases the fever and stew.


Come on, barkeep;
my limit is three drinks away,
so pour me one more, for the road.
Come on, what do ya say?


Shiver and shake, friend,
until you fill this cup once more.
So, fill it up; please don't stop,
until I'm stumblin' to the door.


Savor the smell, taste it man,
feel it coursing through my veins,
as this strong witch's mix
brings parched body it blessed black rain.


One more, bartender;
pour me this wicked brew again,
for it gives me hope and joy,
and soothes the monster fiend-ing within.