Thursday, July 10, 2008

juice


(dark, smokey bar.... upright bass.....spotlight.)

Wine.
WHY-n.

I drink you.
I sell you.
I.
Love.
You.
You bitch.

Wine.
WHY-n.

Elixir made from grapes and yeast poop.
Older than Absinthe (I think)
Feel good maker.
Feel bad maker.
A nice thing to bring to a party.
Whether you know them well or not.

Wine.
WHY-n.

Cabernet
Merlot
Chardonnay
Shiraz (or Syrah if it's from anywhere but Australia)
Riesling
Petite Verdot (slut)

Wine.
WHY-n.

I'd bathe in you if it wouldn't be weird.
I'd drink you for breakfast if I was more of an alcoholic.
I'd marry you if I wasn't already married or if I was in Utah.
I'd name babies after you if I were to have babies.
I'd slap that evil look off your face if you had one.
I'd take you to the after life but I know you'll already be there waiting for me.

Wine.
WHY-n.

(boom, boom, boom- hisssssss)
(long inhale.... tension building)
(blackout)

1 comment:

Llama Lips said...

bravisimo!!!! Whine-waa waa, boo hoo. Whine not- shhhhh