Cash Only

He seems to be climbing the walls
With his attention being fried
He loses his grip and quickly falls
But he then still remains inside

He hunkers down within his room
And silent shadows surround him
He feels the joke of coming doom
Gun at his head upon a whim

She tells him to release his grip
And drop his loaded magnum piece
Not quite inclined to let him slip
And then miss her carnal release

She soon tells him that all is well
And helps him to locate his stash
He may be in some private hell
But she demands payment in cash.