Ode To Jameson

Dear Jameson, come back to me
this is not without reason
the words pouring themselves on
memories in a shot-glass
look, Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you

spirits lit up the whole scene
you came out electric-yellow
because Green didn't become you
the suit I wore had flaming cuts
but Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you

you go away, oh why?
was that old-Irish in you, killing you?
red-birches went up, out of her spine,
leaves that were burning; burning my head
but, Jeremy's got a fancy one!
and Elizabeth's moving in on you
little drops of piss always love you!