Turn around and
Turn away.
This sad display of life
Might just cause you to vomit.
So tell me a story,
And sing me to sleep
Because, comfort is something
We need in these cold
Days of summer.
The heat of the moment
Seemed lost on you,
As the shade of that tree
Grows longer by the minute,
And that bottle of gin,
(His closest friend)
Emptied to reveal
The last dwindling dregs of sunset.
And the lowly drunk;
Sober and ashamed,
Slowly stumbled away,
Into the fading shadows.
