Papa, might we hear witch Beyoncรฉ's โFull-Grown Womanโ song? It's late, the phone booths are broke & common-core math is wrong While Liz queen's high on Miller life that's the Jack Daniel's of gin, her rotting, Goyish kop's stuffed with ***** sea's canned tuna in tin & afflicts the bumps of 2 knees, the rear of 1 calf plus a lateral shin what hobbles acquaintances, hangers-on, unchallenged kith and kin who romp with Parisienne pikes in defiance of hourly Earthen spin, slaving for grubs, shaving with mud, pricking boiled *** with a pin God punishes the demerits of evil, in pop parlance it's known as sin among dipsomaniacs who find solace in games sober folk can't win with Richard Burton's *****-hard hurtin' the keenest fish part's a fin as long as chokes & wheezes World War 2 jingoist crone Vera Lynn who fitfully forked it over faithlessly to *****-banging Errol Flynn