brim of crema.

I dance through the lonely nite,

Sat down with a glass of coffee,

With mind of full of bribery,

From the world of so-called reality,

Fully shitty,

The pain in sipping in slowly,

Long enough to melt a hard-candy lolly,  

I don’t need a man name Jonny,

Nor a woman called Jenny,

I am fair lonely,

Slowly,

Everything will be lively,

In my own silly. 

p/s: And hey, I ain't any Billy.