Sold out Sadie
Selling paintings
Washed up on a beach
Washed out dress
Washed out socks in the bathtub
Stinky socks, stinky life, stinking drunk
Socks in a bathtub making her leave
Her solidified paint and petrified lover
Selling out her gallery to a kitchen sink
In the basement for a drink
In the life of a baron
Who holds no land or title,
Just more barren bathtubs and sinks
Selling out and selling drinks
Quasi life, half-life, never strife, kill the wife
Selling out sailors
Stealing from bankers
Selling out tellers and
Closeting her boss for cocktails in cellars.
Stellar cellars, I might add.
Leaving the barren for an oil baron
Sealing his fate, stealing his plunder,
Ever reigning
Eyes are raining in the trail of desolate conspirators left behind
No more paintings, no more strife
No more money, no more wife,
Just a washed up dress on an oily beach
With sunglasses and a fresh drink.
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