Craw

Craw

It’s back there, deep in the craw
On that island, that damnable squawking insane macaw

Like a loose tooth and that very last drop of vermouth
It begs to be pulled and drunk and then it promises to soothe

That pang that clangs with every move
Like the stomping feet of Frakenstein’s boots

It’s ever so deep, too far to reach
With dagger or feather, it’s soul can’t be breached

The java bean makes it scream
But that potent moonshine makes it preen

One more drop, there, and so it flees
And just one more – it’s better, so it seems