Alleluia Absinthine

Ode à ma fée verte

Even Francois is prone to stress.

When he is, a night with one of his lovely citizens takes the edge off his worries.

But there is a limit. And when debauchery and sodomy can't stop pain and thoughts colliding like trains through his head,

He turns to a little green fairy in a bottle on his shelf.

She's strong and she's bitter and carries a spoon full of holes.

And that's fine 'cause Francois has some water and sugar

and the spoon is just right for clinking against the expensive glass she sits in.

He drinks one glass to listen to her spin tales of his dreams.

A second to hear her mouth spill bittersweet lies

But never a third.

Because if he drinks a third glass, she will tell him the truth.

And in the moments when the pain is too much, and his thoughts collide like trains,

That's the most terrible of all.