SPARKS (C)RASH

The ceiling keeps leaking
Through white lightning flash.
My ecstasy's peaking
As I make my mad dash
Past beer breath and Spark smoke
And eyes made of hash.
The keg is all frothy.
Know the Monster Mash?
Is it really good luck
To blow an eyelash?
And where is my bacon?
And where is my cash?
It up I was making -
There's no sword for my sash.
If I were that night
Then myself I'd rehash.
But I'm only that guy
That's fixing to crash.
I'll tsunami you too
With my iron cross splash.
Guess it's time I got going.
Many thanks for the bash.