Vinegar Hannah

Vinegar is a compliment in this context.

Vinegar Hannah

 

She's not on her own

But we are.

We scream until our ears bleed.

We circle our prey and roar.

 

She's a blood-red God

And you make her shake with rage

and whose laugh moves nations,

pulls the tide, crashes waves.

 

She's my friend. We're fearless demons,

enslaving each beggar at will

Snap and bark, stuck on chains

Eyeing up lunchtime's kill.

 

Hannah is like vinegar,

Stings you and compliments me.

Lizzie is like salt,

Burns you and is happy dancing with her.

 

We're picking locks

And looking for you

And we'll say strange things

Until your face turns blue.

Shaking with laughter

Is a way to live

And we care nothing for your peasantry

We have no f***s to give.

 

She's like a red race car,

Loud and blinding,

Pretty and thrilling and there

Our chains are rusting and we're singing.