I woke up in St. Petersburg
And awoke to write the absurdest of stories
My apartment was 300 stories
And I was in the penthouse
The day was cloudy like sin
I took a swig from a bottle of magic gin
Belched! And a fairy told me
The fairy said write about liquid helicopters and cherry skies
Write about the faceless hoodlums working as homeless spies
Yes, and write about the endeavors of men that don’t ever end
I said, Fairy, are you a man or woman?
About that, don’t worry my friend
I said, Fairy can you stay here at least till the 10th?
You got it, buddy! But you have to drink more of that gin