"What's the matter honey?
Tap water not good enough for you?"

Yes,
I see the ***** working.

I'm sliding past the mirror
To adjust
Today's arrangement.

The sharp scent of clove--
Cinnamon, honey and ginger
Will melt her nerves today

I will invite her into my home,
And offer her a glass of Perrier, or Fiji
As I humbly sip
A glass of tap water

She loves that ****.
She will toss back her head and laugh

We'll build our own distiller
And jam out
To punk rock.

I will be subsumed in her
With moans of approval and submission
And she
Will turn her head and ask:
"Uhh, you alright there?"