All Your Fault, Catherine of Aragon

I decide to skip the shower
Because your stale sweat coats my body
Reminding me of precious memories
That fails to abscond

You are the paragon
I am the grey hound
Now bite the bullet, Catherine of Aragon
Now, put the whiskey down

Steal and thieve, aboard the ghost ship
Mother, oh Mother, drive faster
Faster down the strip
Quickly, avoided upon disaster

I breathe, and I teethe
What hold me gone, but my sweet Demaree?
Dipped the hand for a seethe
What’s lost is memory