This vodka tastes like petrol
Is just another way of saying
Like Russian dinosaurs!
It’ll put spikes on your chest nevermind hairs.
It’ll turn your blood red
It’ll fill your head with ideas
It’ll sink it’s teeth into you,
Chew you up,
Spit you out,
And make you dance
Like a t-rex making a bed
These Russian dinosaurs we’ve been drinking,
Shotgunning down our throats like a double barrelled Brachiosaurus blast from the past,
I wonder if they were drunk when the meteor hit?
Jeff just ate the lovely herbivore family from out of town!”
Or were they just hungover.
Like after the biggest dinosaur wedding party any of them had ever seen hungover.
Where the dinosaur groom
Accidentally called a diplodocus
And even though they both knew that the brontosaurus didn’t exist
They laughed it off and drank themselves into an extinction event.
Imagine being that hungover when the world was consumed by fire
And your entire species is turned into museum exhibits and the exact opposite of museum exhibits by the bottle.
When these future creatures rip you out of the dirt coffin you didn’t have a claw in making
When they harvest you like a failed socialist crop
Expecting life but only finding bones
Imagine the crazy stories they’ll invent
And everyone you know
Become part of the rocks under their feet.
But then again
Maybe we won’t have to imagine much longer…