Absinthe

Poured out from a glass,
Greener than the finest grass
I'm a bitter bitch,
Just add sugar and it'll turn on my switch
Hazy yellow,
Colors seem surreal, with every sip, you get a little mellow
Your first glass makes that lady look kind of hot,
Your second makes you see she is dressed like that of one who is wealthy, and properly taught
By the time you've have your third glass,
You see she's a hideous old broad, who drinks gentleman's whiskey and talks with her mouth in her ass
As the plates pile up,
Your bill becomes more than the price of a truck
But it's all worth it,
To have that beautiful backstabbing absinthe.