The Show Must Go On

His own worst enemy....

In light of last nights drunken festivities, huzzahhhh!

My morning cereal went down like a handful of eight penny nails

Your voice the hammer that tacked shut my shithead coffin

Last nights words were meant for me and my self-loathing

I'll take my serial homewrecker van and drive

A path that jerks like an epileptics seizures, hold my tongue

To a place where the new "she" will latch on and dress me

In clothes that she will prescribe like illegal anti-depressants

And when she feels my change has settled in evenly

The solids separated from the putrid liquids

I will sweep myself into the finest gold lined dust pan

And take her out for drinks and verbal manslaughter

Really folks....the show must go on

Author's Note

….and not like the Greatest Showman.

Reviews

[roarke]

Again for me, the last stanza... and btw, great portraiture here.

[Crowley]

Ha! this one was the baby of an argument. Nothing like a little vinegar to pull out the verbal manslaughter.

[roarke]

yep, it's like that, all of that.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn, i just loved this one.

"sweep myself into the finest gold lined dust pan/ And take her out for drinks and verbal manslaughter"
how many lives can we ruin...we leave one situation in ruins and move on to the next.

so many regrets we live with, when we just do and not think it through.

[Crowley]

Sorry just saw this. Thank you and yeah bad decisions don't yield any beautiful fruit, this for sure.