In lavish dreams your manners are unwavering.
You eat every meal with a spoon, and you sing like a vampire angel.
You drink only the finest wines, and sell all the Gypsy's your love potions.
People bow at your feet and call you majesty.
Your Annie Lennox records are always on repeat.
But it wasn't until I saw you dancing the mashed potato in the Days Inn hotel bar with Samuel that I knew you were for real. I could see all the pollution in your whiskey eyes so true.
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