Queen Victoria frowned at me from the bottle of Bombay Gin That you and Bob called Clear Think

Those Ginsu words Cut through my steal shell Leaving a thin Jagged Cut

Your mouth moves up and down As I watch the spitwebs in the corners of your mouth Stretch and retract like a rubberband

We all know That Guy If you’ve got tits You know That Guy

The void and space between Was as big as the galaxy Infinity on a golden thread