Suicide Queen

there had been a party
for the Suicide Queen
and we all dressed up.
Mid way through,
I saw a french maid;
I stuck my hand up her dress.
payed no attention to the panties.
Her cunt was soft.
I got another drink
and another and another.
Glasses broke and fires burnt.
I’d been hard since I saw her.
I walked into the bathroom
and she was standing in the tub
drawing something on the wall.
I took a piss, then lifted her dress.
I woke up on the floor
with some wine.
The queen was dead
and the maid was cleaning it up.
I left to find something to drink.