There were
Valentine Days
when these
lovers
would clink
crystal
glasses
to toast
inebriating
love
now
she can't
live with him for
one more day
no longer
can she
suffer the
progression
of his
disease
the *****
just dropped
him through
yet another
trap door
in a long
succession
of trap doors
descending
rapidly in a
desperate
plunge to
a hard
bottom
one morning
she awoke
refusing to be
held hostage
by his raging
disease
not one
single day
more
the
excruciating
insanity, the
lurking
danger, the
lingering
threat the
parade of
pain needed
to end
she was sick
and tired
of being
sick and
tired
she wisely
kicked
his *** out
and returned
his engagement ring
he went back
to Service Merchandise
on Valentines Day
to get a refund
his plan was to
hock it for *****
the merchant
only offered to credit
his expired charge card
he would have to wait
to see the charge reversed
on a future months statement
no dough for *****
that day as the
automatic doors
swung open
he realized he
should have
pawned
the ring
we like to remember the days of wine of roses
we forget about the lousy days of shots and beers
the world of spirits bedevils us
do you still believe in love?
vaya con dios mi amigo
Frank Sinatra
The Days of Wine and Roses
Oakland
11/7/09
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
There were
Valentine Days
when these
lovers
would clink
crystal
glasses
to toast
inebriating
love
now
she can't
live with him for
one more day
no longer
can she
suffer the
progression
of his
disease
the *****
just dropped
him through
yet another
trap door
in a long
succession
of trap doors
descending
rapidly in a
desperate
plunge to
a hard
bottom
one morning
she awoke
refusing to be
held hostage
by his raging
disease
not one
single day
more
the
excruciating
insanity, the
lurking
danger, the
lingering
threat the
parade of
pain needed
to end
she was sick
and tired
of being
sick and
tired
she wisely
kicked
his *** out
and returned
his engagement ring
he went back
to Service Merchandise
on Valentines Day
to get a refund
his plan was to
hock it for *****
the merchant
only offered to credit
his expired charge card
he would have to wait
to see the charge reversed
on a future months statement
no dough for *****
that day as the
automatic doors
swung open
he realized he
should have
pawned
the ring
we like to remember the days of wine of roses
we forget about the lousy days of shots and beers
the world of spirits bedevils us
do you still believe in love?
vaya con dios mi amigo
Frank Sinatra
The Days of Wine and Roses
Oakland
11/7/09
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