Naked Gin

I am the sigh baron;
the count of deep breaths,
a vintage of deep breathing-
the father sleeps quest.

But english rooftops seep seep,
then spew a waking spile
after pissing in the night
off a poor girl's smile.

I could swear I heard a peep
from the senate in the back;
It's the courage shy the gin-
without it they would lack.

"Braay!" He shouts,

"My vest has come off!
My vest has come off!"
Point Him to the way
and He'd drink from a trough.