He sat there, listening to the lying song,
With a wish and trudging to the past, Unloving her, taking back his treat
Dipping his young tongue in the vinegar,
He took a bitter sip,
Closed his eyes and clenched his fist.
As it went down,
Burning his heartbroken system
He opened his already red watery eyes,
Down came a giant tear.
Eyes fixed on his bottle
The bubbling frothy water
And raising it for the umpteenth time
Like his newly wedded love
He gulped a mouthful,
The feeling was nothing he’d ever known,
But nothing to his torn heart
The bottle swung in his fingers
As the bar stool danced a bit
He went into the air, amid laughter
And biting jest.
Hitting the ground, head wise
The jukebox stopped
Glasses went down,
As if in salute for the fallen hero
Clinking and smashing
Then all went silent.
By: Dennis K Bundi