The Chase II

She blew smoke

She’s no bloke

My heart’s broke

My will’s croak

Didn’t me coax

God she invokes

Corpse she provokes

Come meet my folks

No, no joke

I’m no oak

She, me, poke

No need t’spoke

She’s Pepsi and Coke

And can drive my troke

I’m having a stroke

From sleep I awoke

Eyes need soak

Me she shoke

Fire she stoke

Breath she choke

She wears a cloak

The white, the yolk

Later we toke

Next day, we woke