Midnight Party

Midnight Party On a ride on booze swim in a lake of dreams It is so easy to drown when a wine is sweet, and the moon is full. Jumped he had from a river where salmons swam up while he drifted into the sea that was warm as a summer lake. On a reef smoked a cigarette and contemplated his future ah, this wonderful aroma he composed a ditty a song for the sinful, the bedraggled fag the righteous had banned. When high tide came, he could swim ashore with the tide, because a raft floated by it was full of wine and it was not going to dry land. He awoke, and it was dawn, the barge stuck on a sandy beach, nothing for its time to get dry.