Suicide is sweet with liquor:
Beer's nice but whiskey's better.
Raise 'em high and chug it faster;
They will cry, but it's all laughter.
Ninety-nine percent's what we're after -
One left behind in case we falter.
Are you satisfied with such disaster?
Close your eyes; hide your monsters.
Say good night and sleep as you ponder.
Time sure flies when we're all goners,
All our lives straight to the slaughter.
Suicide is sweet with sweet hot water.
All our lives living no longer.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Simply Poetry
Thơ CaA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
