Looking East of Ginger Trees

My heart sees beyond the ginger trees. Our life hasn't been very easy. We love how it ends, with our hearts like open bookends.
There are many stories to tell. Ones that we know so well and then there are those, we were drunk and took off all our clothes, at that time, a precious moment, helps to make us reverent. We look into tomorrow and know we wont beg steal or borrow from our friends in the end, beyond the morning breeze and east of ginger trees.
So Please, please, please let me, let me get what I want this time. The gods made a decree and entrusted it to me. Now and forever it will blow east beyond the ginger trees. We lie in the meadow so green and I tell you, you are my queen. The sun is setting, the drachma is fading, the pound is sinking, the rubals rising, the yen is keeping which hardly seems surprising. The Mark is holding, the won is folding, the lyras keeping up which is amazing. I sit here pondering our romantic past and can't help but wonder and I am in awe when I hear the thunder. where in the world, maybe downunder? Regalia is our legacy and I drink Yaeger and hennesy to celebrate my heresy. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if we don't use it, it will rust. So we must not hesitate to have the need to masturbate and I wont have to wait to ejaculate, we'll all rotate, try not to hate, love your mate, liberate, meditate, commisurate, urinate, deficate. In all my years of judging, I have never been so annoyed, it fills me with the urge to medicate. I know what you're thinking and it feels like I'm sinking into the ground it feels so profound and has my psyche fully wound like a bloodhound, grom the gang, they go bang, in the street and they're running in defeat from the po po, oh no, here they come and there they go.