Stuck in the bottom of an empty keg.
Someone got there before me and polished off the contents.
At least in a keg with no beer in, at least I'll never drown.
Wish I'd got there first.
It may have softened this rotten blow.
The apple pips are sprouting now, there's nowhere left to go.
The only way is upwards moving, apparently it seems.

The ivory tower is greasy and filled with many queens.
The kings dance round the chess board,
Arrogance personified.
That can't be denied.
The knights all lost their horses.
They all fell down and died.
The bishops they all waffle.
Whispered words of religion, a little bit of politics.
Polished hearts and mitres.
Super load of ***** tricks.
They're all out to spite her.

They all seem smitten with her kitten, but her dog stepped in and barked.
Chased the cats and kings away.
She's up and dressed, off out to play.
With traffic on the highway
Screaming loudly,
I ain't playing silly games of chess or towers.
Tomorrow the laziest lady is grabbing back the power.
(c)Livvi