Apr 10
Have another beer
Until it takes you far from here
Trembling hands bruised
With tears, beat off
Your worst fears with a stick
Then watch the ticking time
Bomb click into place...boom!
There isn't any room left inside
Where do you go to hide from fate?
Temptation is what you make of it
Sit with the side of yourself you hate
It may douse but won't drown
Floating to the top, cream
Of the crop, wear it like the crown
Stolen from the queen of hearts
While throwing darts at the jester
Isn't it marvelous, isn't it grand
Might not hold the winning hand
But honey you aren't the only one
Playing a role, losing control
Of yourself, you can console
Yourself with the poison
Of your choosing
