was cashed up dangling fifties hundreds over the bar lights shallow red
amber faces firelike strange my good friend Greg conjuring joints sparking up
/ smoked up loose inspired selecting fancy cocktails from fancy menu talking
up at ease with tongue letting it (f)lick & (f)lash bringing the punchline in to land
timing it tight being real sophists drawing attention dwarfing our usual
shrunken selves spying work of art women thinking they're spies like us / my
good friend Greg on the phone hooked up to the apparatus trying to hook us
trying for 350 for cut 400 for pure pure-ish wallet is good to go are we good
we're good to go yeah Johnny will be here in 20 what a guy