Last Supper

LAST SUPPER Why should I join your table! Why should I intoxicate myself with, Your costly wine you flaunt with false splendor, But in it you slip a dose of lethal laughing toxins? One would laugh and laud your generous tenacity! Yet, with that fake giggle, In the sunken gleaming eyes of a snake, You seethe inside! We were a number but, the undertaker claimed a few! Am I the only black sheep that feels the froth? Or is everyone’s heart blackened with drops of seeping venom? That corrodes the lips and you wipe the evidence? And now you that you noticed my awareness, You turn the table for bile to flow from my quarter A good Samaritan, you’ll offer gallons to quench the raging fire And offer empathy to cure my irking ire! You can burn my stiff but you won’t my soul! I will count the grains of sand in all beaches of the pacific, But to your corrupt course, I shall never crawl! Keep your mercy! Every day you count a loss of a player in this team, And blame their frivolous folly! Holy saints you are, but the acridity of bile will burn y’all, When reckoning of hypocritical is finally done!