Botheration

Spin the bottle ’til our hands go numb.
Long enough we take one more trip round the sun.
Maths doesn’t add up I’m sure you’ll agree.
For this is madness times’d by three.
Salicious predicament stored in a jar.
Barricade the universe near and far.
With vitriolic tendency bathed in dust.
Fractured by how regularly you broke our trust.

Parrot back words you barely can say.
While preparing your arms to enter this ruptured fray.
Hold our hands until stars have renewed.
Too fast for too long leaves us chewed.
To be spat out as if we never were worth,
Chance at having a future rebirth.
Sad state of affairs born in thick fog.
With hope and intention flushed down the bog.

Queue for summary execution with flames.
All the while spinning round as it goes down the drains.
Fashioned failure tacked on our heels.
Distraction while making sordid backroom deals.
Jovial insults hiding the truth of their barbs.
Obscuring appearance using disguising garbs.
Sick of leading when they can follow.
Stab in the gut is enough to fill a wound with sorrow.

Disaster converted redoubled strengthened.
All while you swipe away all of your selfish mentions.
Is this a card you still wish to play?
To that you scream, oh hell yeah baby!
Cause games are cheap while you take a life.
Drive in the serration of a murderous knife.
Down comes the curtain one final time.
Obliteration will never hide the extent of your crime!