Stickly white stuff

Its started with a deal, she held her hand out for a feel,
A quick slip, a choice dip, her tongue did drip,
Oh my how quick,
Well I must say to truly beleive, I must be crazy cause to me she can see, straight through your lazy, brazen, hold out for it, not too shaven, dirty beard,
But my wasn't that wierd,
The way they moved you would think they had taken a gram of the fierce, never mind feeling pierced, but my dears how things have changed, its funny or I should say strange how people behave when they take funny substances and dance all night, I'll tell you, what a fright, but we did delight in those silly faces gurninig, in the strangest ways, if the wind changes it stays, old wifes tales, while were at it, you best stop it, just incase there's truth in the old boots.
Can't stop now gotta run, I know it makes no sense but remember, it was all just for fun.
A quick tale of life on the rum, or the smarties or sherbert, or even my old uncle herbert, he used to dabble, get drunk and talk a load of rabble, just like I'm doing now, silly old cow, his wife I mean, and she was mean, let me tell you, actually between the two they never did much good anyway, always telling lies and running away, but never let the truth get in the way of a good lie, it's times like this that we just thank ourselves, for being so clever and not minding our health. A toast, to the poverty of wealth.