WHAT AWAITS YOU

Your countenance, all so
smug
I dismiss it with a
shrug
As your beer you chug-a-
lug
I match you with my coffee
mug
Danger, maybe, that's your
drug
With all your art you're still a
thug.

You caught me in that hole I
dug
The one I deepened like a
bug
Thought you'd save me with a
tug
Perhaps the dirt you'd help me
lug?

I left you there, with your
jug
While I went to buy my
Ug
My No Hope an ugly
pug
The hole in my heart, no one could
plug.

But you toss me on the
rug
And drink me in, glug-glug-
glug
What awaits you is a
hug.
© 2005 by Michael J. Farrand


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