Should one hope to escape the cityscape
Where the air is thick as thieves
In this hazy state, simply suffocate
By inhaling Q.R.V.
qrv
Q.R.V.
I can surmise all of the lies
He transposes veritably
Old acquaintance should be forgot
On the eve of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Brush aside the nettles, you’ll find periwinkle petals
Spring delights in making mischief with thee
For the force inside the stem of a faerie diadem
Is the truest source of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
How unfortunate for me
You were, and are, may always be
My Northern Sky and Prussian Sea
My cure, my poison
My Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Jupiter’s shining, Mercury’s rising
The Sun is soaking me
In his golden haze, I could die for days
Sipping dregs of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Laconic & Gin, he serves with a grin,
His favourite apéritif
Spirit: future-proof, 99% beauf
I’d rather gulp Q.R.V.
malarky musings 