The alcohol wet my tongue
A slippery concoction of fantasies yet to be
I prayed for a speedy attack on my senses
To dull my brain, my inhibitions to be set free
My eyes did survey all around the bar
Searching for a candidate or victim as you will
As the libations soon warmed my stomach and soul
I yearned to move quickly to satisfy my thrill
And then a fair maiden my eyes did soon fall
Of beauty beyond all imagination
I quickly ventured over to a place next to her
And proceeded to describe my new found fascination
She seemed intent to listen to my story
Until I moved closer to claim my prize
She protested vehemently and claimed she was not single
But I did not hear a word, my eyes were on her thighs
Success this night would have been mine
If I remembered that alcohol does not make you think
Instead I joined the group of other men
Who returned to their chairs to order another drink
