high spirits

Wine and spirits
Hand me another cocktail
Sliding upward like Mary Poppins on a stair rail
To my left I see a beluga whale
On the other side I see black clouds and a twisting gale
Funnels, like the cake
Sweet sugar, then a tooth ache
Oh shit, I must be baked
In my mouth's your snake
Here comes the earthquake
Foam spewing upward from the cracks
Face gone stoic
Then we relax
I'd do anything to get it back 
Put on your slacks
Pay the tax 
Pop a bottle
We'll go again, full throttle
Let's write a song about pussy and Petrone
With T-Pain's in the VIP room getting blown


High spirits can quickly catapult downward
Then back upward, fluctuating
Undulating, like thrashing waves