Tequila Sunrise on the East bank…
Made me thirsty as i heavily drank!
I took a long stroll along the river’s edge…
Our arms inter-locked, as to the river they did so
dredge!
No body was found in it’s bed…
Anticipated anxiety toward’s a sinister’s
dread!
Murder and terror led me to the edge
of my seat…
Subconscious imaginations led
to my nervouse breakdown’s sudden unexpected
defeat!
I tried to cover up this hideous
crime…
This imagination’s own escaped
lemon or lime!
There was no murder…
It was all made up, because no one could ever hurt
her!
The face and facts was all imaginary…
Stories like these were meant to instill
fantasies so scary!
