lordjin
Well-Known Member
Godfather?
I have a request.
It's my head you see...
I speak at its behest.
My melon seems to rest
On a pillow of air.
I walk through the streets
without a care.
I feel a surge in my body,
a tingle in my arms
I seem more susceptible
to life's little charms.
I wish you could stay
But I know you must go
Just one more hit
before the show?