Royale Crown

Stiff and with a giggle
a cute drunk, I am told.
Never able to handle
what pours through and
it takes only one.
Sand of this hour glass?
Time slipping? AHA!
Teetering on her edge.
Oops.. mine, See?
There she goes, again,
with that cute grin.
My audience, laughing through
that clear liquid, moving
with their noses pointing
their finger at me.
I mean her.
This cannot continue
without being, telling.
Authentic, personal?
One is known by those
who flock.
From glass houses
See the shock,
When it tumbled as Jill fell down,
T'was all written
By intoxication's crown.

Raine Les 12/20/2009

I had the title backwards..so I edited..

Oh Sadie, thats funny about the title.