This Rhythm Never Fails

She wobbles when she walks and mutters when she talks,

The boys in blue,

They saw it fit,

To throw her wrists in locks.

'What is this!'

She makes a fist,

And hiccups fumes of booze.

'You screaming drunk'

Get in the trunk! 

This time we win- you lose.'

An hour later,

An elevator,

Now she's in the jail.

She drank too much,

Now she's fucked,

This rhythm never fails.