Friday, June 3, 2011

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Do you want a taste?
Of the sickeningly sweet ambrosia,
Taste its rose color on your lips,
To sing its praise.

Do you want a taste?
Of the acrid amber melancholy,
Taste its rancid fat upon your lips,
To cry out in disgust.

Drink up,
cause its bitter fuckin sweet,
Taste my defeat,
Fill up your cup,
Quaff it down.

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