Tears falling from heartbroken skies;
Hope’s eyes.
“It’s a wonder, she, ever, shows her face around here, anymore.
What with the amount of people she’s let down.”
A meteor-ological frown.
Meets a stagnant, puddled, still view.
“After all, it’s that, neverending, Hope, that kills you!”
Prayers go unanswered in a maze of deception;
A loss of Faith’s redemption.
“You’d expect her to know her way around, and, these hedges could do with a trim, as well.”
A journey into viridian Hell. At first, coloured green, now, covered in blue.
“After all, it’s that, unwavering, Faith, that kills you!”
Soothsayer causes anxious clients;
Destiny’s future winces in defiance.
“She doesn’t have a feckin’ clue that one, I’ve heard dog farts that make more sense.”
Mockery and ridicule are made as recompense.
Mick is taken, along with piss, too.
“After all, it’s that, unbeknownst, Destiny, that kills you!”
Pontoon is played, unluckily, at the age of 22;
Black(eyed)Jack beaten, black and blue.
“He lost the lot down the casino. Wound up getting into debt to some pretty serious lads. Last I saw he was looking for his teeth and spare change at the same time.”
Not long after his body was covered in lime.
And, Jack, the waiter never, even, got chance to spill you.
“After all, it’s that, bedecked, gone missing, Jack, that kills you!”
Thrillseeker takes a tumble;
Max’s wife paid for a shove, unfumbled.
“Did you hear she got the payout from the life insurance. Sure, she’s more minted than a Menthol’s breath.”
Breathing life into jokes, long dead.
Sometimes it’s better not to seek what thrills you.
“After all, it’s that, pushing it to the, Max, that kills you!”
‘God Save The King’ plays like a deaf dragoon;
Victor draped in Union Jack licks his silver spoon.
“Apparently there is this crazy thing called a Republic that they do next door. And next door but one.”
Where you don’t pay taxes to a prodigal family’s son.
Get them royal jobs stacking shelves and on the tills, too.
“After all, it’s that, Victor, of war, death and taxes, that kills you!”
