Strap A Wonder

Strap a wonder to my chest,
your grenade of malt whiskey and fire power
in the form of a zippo.
We float on marshmallows beneath stars
and above yet more crackling fire,
I cannot stand the smell. 
These green eyes water
as if chopping onions
on old wooden chopping board
given by grandmother.
We're out and we're talking
to confess the truth out over hashish
and your beauty, darling--
but it seems a little far fetched to me,
as really we're sat in front of the TV
watching Camp Rock and I want to switch it
but I'll wait 'til you pass out from the roofy in your drink
and waking up from the viagra--
Then take to mounting you,
my beautiful step brother.
Oh, how the sick find honesty here,
your skin, glistening caramel against the whiteness of your teeth.
Oh, step brother,
Oh-oh-brother..
Ah..
Ah..
A...
Oh...