Burma - Jam Baxter

It’s just a bag of low denomination coins, man

Don’t start thinking you’re He-Man.or Jesus

All seems quiet up in the front seat there

This vodka is so expertly decanted, I surprise myself sometimes, man

Those strange gadgets you use to communicate with your spouse are creeping me

out, man

And I just coughed a thick liqueur mist onto your headrest

I let a tiny slither of guilt chew my stomach lining a while

But hurled it from the window when you started calling me a prick

Under your breath

Pull over

I’m going to Burma