• Martini drunk on the carousel
    one sip two gulps and begin
    zombie steps on the road to hell

    in a handbasket with a silver bell.
    one stop two rings and when
    another's visits start to smell

    of unfaithful lust but "shh" don't tell
    one drink two bodies and sin
    sows doubt and shatters the shell

    built when he found the cheap motel.
    one rap two knocks and women
    never can conceal the swell

    of a belly round with a fertilized cell.
    one chance two mistakes and then
    divorce papers here. how fast we fell

    from love to drink to fare thee well.
    one smile two tears and again
    Martini drunk on a carousel
    zombie steps on this road to hell.