A woman that I know just came from Majorca, Spain.
She smiled because I did not understand. (parazzi! Parazzi!) (ole!).
Then she held out a ten pound bag of cocaine.
She said it was the finest in the land.
And I said, no, no, no, no, i don’t sniff it no more.
I’m tired of waking up on the floor.
No, thank you, please, it only makes me sneeze.
And then it makes it hard to find the door.