Spilt Rum

By Handel W. Care

Rising like a swan
The Rum cakes the very Earth
Heaven has fallen

Hell doth now party
But where are all the ice cubes
Coke aplenty though

Fizz settles warmly
Glass shards shot with dark liquid
Raised high by drunkards

Brought low by mischance
He scrabbles in the cruel dirt
Sponge quick absorption

Cries his loss to all
As dark gods laugh around him
Murder marks his brow

Frown passes to sigh
Glass remains tinkle softly
Buy another now

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