"I'll have my usual liquor,"
She said.
"Depression coming right up!"
She sat at the end of the bar,
And drank her sorrows away.
Every night, she came in,
Her eyes sad, always the same.
"Bartender, give a shot
from the black bottle."
"Depression's the name."
But one night she stormed in,
Fire blazing in her eyes.
"Give me the red bottle on the wall."
"Betrayal. Was that his game?"
"Oh yes, sweet bartender.
Betrayal snaked with lust."
He handed her the red bottle,
But it soon turned to black,
And her emotions were bust.
Like Alice in Wonderland
Her tears filled the room.
"There there, Ms. October.
You'll be whole again soon."
She shook her head and left
Entering the lonely night air.
She'd be back again tomorrow
To the Pub named Despair.
--Me
4.26.08
COMMENTS
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unpretty
18:48 Apr 26 2008
But to one side emotions there is another just as strong. You'll see.