Spitting in the Kook-Ade
I made a promise
I intended with all my heart
To keep
You spit in it
Like you’d spit in
The third coke refill
For a customer
You already knew
Wasn’t leaving a tip
I thought I was drinking
The kool-ade
Of our relationship
With it Pledging
Loyalty to death
not realizing
It was itself
the very poison
No longer will I
Look for eternity
In the bottom
Of a chalice
But with goggles
Made of shot glasses
Will now always remember
The temporary nature
Of love
Love lasts as long as lust, income to the manner aspired and children to hook you for life. Enjoy your illusion.
Again, I’m not sure what you’re trying to say. Don’t mean to be obtuse, but can you further explain? Your post seems angry or at least antagonistic and I’m not sure why. Particularly the ,”enjoy your illusion,” part. I’m not understanding.
@JTony Apologies, my shorthand!
Love lasts :