Having drank too much moonshine,
hair of the dog suits me just fine.
When I need to dust off my black dress
I sweep the clouds, seemingly weightless.
A connoisseur of many minds
I’m lost in a crowd of all kinds.
A nightflier who always eats lite,
I need a drink after getting a bite.
Single and looking for love
on the surface level, up above.
Being an operatic drama queen,
I am heard more often than I am seen.
Pyramid schemes have been good to me,
but I keep it under wraps, ceremonially.
It is quite shocking to be given life,
but if you could, I also need a wife.
Having lost my head near this sleepy place,
my smile never leaves my radiant face.