I'm drinking again. I just can't win. Probably the gin. Definitely not the twins. They are my saving Grace. And this grace is strong as mace. Immobilizing, Through your eye beams. While describing why it's happening. Because what you did to my daddy. Sad for me, And bad for me. What I have to do now, Many will act for me. Though it's not attractive to me, It's passively fluent to me. But what I'm doing, I warned you. More than many times. Probably a million times. At least half a mil with tears in my eyes. You're a disguise, is no match for mine. Mine grinds. Yours is lazy. Mine's is brazy. Displacing. Misplacing everything. Just not the rock or the ring.