Drunk Like Shakespeare On Love

Count to forty and then
Read the crease in your palm
The one that measures out your life
Grow a beard like Jesus and wear your party hat
No more fun
Go to London to meet some ghosts
Drink dirty water from the Thames
Wear a crown like King’s did
She’s your welcome mat
Welcome back
Found you sleeping on the lawn
Drunk like Shakespeare on love
I don’t know you at all
Not anymore
Dress in leather and wear a cross
Drink forty ouncers on the tram
Reappear like Jesus and sleep your way through Lent
No way back