Fatality in the Finesse

Drinking bottles of Guinness "Only socially, I can't stand the stuff" Fatality in the finesse Of 'classiness' and snuff. Smoky rooms and jazzy tunes A cigar hanging from the lips Fatality in the finesse Of small talk and swaying hips. Winehouse's drawl pours from the speakers That are modern in their vintage style Fatality in the finesse Of hidden grimaces and fake smiles. Every conversations the same In it's lack of personality Fatality in the finesse Of sociability.

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