If ever there was a word spoken in serious tones and dangerously loaded with intent, to change a room full of faces
Bulls in china shops with caffeine for blood and on a cocaine have caused less eggshell cracking baby steps
It’s a bomb in the conversation to kill any exchange of merry words, an anti-social grenade to turn faces confused and sour
What does one say next?
“How’s that going for you, picked a nice spot” or “I hear pills have ugly side effects if you survive”
What I would say!
“I recommend the buffet, die on a full stomach atleast, and atleast get pissed or laid first!”
If words were weapons, that one word would be locked in a safe for any happy gathering
Then again, I’m broken and living on the Borderline anyway!