smashed
now we’ve forgotten
why we were so angry
and it doesn’t make us angry
but sad you might say
it hits you hard in the face
all the rage they use to be
these metal studs
worn by us studs
the new boys on the block
another pint?
better not
it’s getting late
in the day
those were
dearth here isn’t thy string
death circles
you
look over your shoulder
no the other one
or if you turn
it is behind you
and in front of you
inside you it has a warm smile
that causes a shiver
pauses a thought
what if
just one more
what if
surely
if i sit here a moment
death will pass me by
just a short snooze
… oooooooze
