Pick Your Poison

Choose wisely.

A dark, seedy bar on the other end of town.
There is a broken down lantern hanging by the door.
It's old wooden planks are dead and hollow,
Much like the people inside.

Music plays over the only few speakers left working.
There's a pool table in the back room, where everyone goes.
This is where you can get the ride of your life.
Anything you need and everything you don't, pick your poison.

Play Russian roulette with your life tonight.
Take home someone strange, and really load the gun.
The bar is just dark enough that the lanterns dimly glow
And show what you thought was a beautiful face.

Have another round, this one is on the house.
You might as well have it for free, you've almost dried up the well.
Just have one more shot, it won't hurt, but it won't help.
You don't have much left to lose anyway.

The floors are sticky from every night before this one.
Maybe its spilled beer, or maybe it's the souls of the ones who were last here.
It must be the souls, because I still can't find mine.
Now I see, it's walking away on the bottom of some old biker's boot.

Reviews

[krish]

cooooooooool.....

[Shawna]

Thank you!

[Leslie Philibert]

A very good poem, very atmospheric, written with care and loads of good images.
Excellent.

[Shawna]

Thank you so much!

[Salar Majak]

damn this is soooooo good!!!!!!!!!!! i love this,

[Shawna]

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Salar Majak]

:) You are soo welcome

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There is a lot of wisdom in this. Most addictions are extensions of pain...physical, mental or emotional. The lonely have little to lose but their lives and their lives to the lonely are lost already.

[Shawna]

That is so true. Thank you so much for reading!

[Nithin Purple]

GOOD ONE. I LIKE IT

[Shawna]

Thank you so much.