Bittersweet | #Wattys2016

viii. chicken wings

Imagine your body tired and sore,

Imagine your emotions - rubbed till they're raw,

Imagine: Despite your mood and fatigue,

You refuse to fall down to this awful disease.

You bought chicken wings, red and juicy and hot,

All for your housemates, who'd eaten but naught;

"Vampire wings" they were called, known for their colour,

Glowing crimson at midnight, ensure you were fuller.

Overpriced though they were, it'd still bring them joy,

For food was a must to adventurous, young boys,

Though your wallet was empty, you'd thought it was fine,

As long as they were happy, enjoyed what they dined.

But as soon as you stepped into house full with hope,

Smiled bright and widely - ensure you could cope,

Greeted hi to the two, playing guitars proud and joyous,

But then shushed, left aside - your presence was pointless.