Honey Nectar

The sweltering heat of a hot summer's day
Slow-roasting the jug on the window sill
How long it's been baking is quite hard to say
I can no longer wait, how I need my fill
The release of pressure as I unscrew the cap
The sound and the scent is orgasmic
A gallon of piss from my personal tap
For urine, this piss boy's emphatic
I fill up a wine glass and sit by the pool
It's like liquid gold in my throat
The taste is so good I can't help but drool
When I'm king, there'll be piss in my moat