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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I want to tell you a story that will not end with the glory, Of a good friendship gone gory, come on drink the drink from my flask. You have backstabbed me through my worst, so come on now, do quench your thirst, And to be buzzed, you will be first; I know you’re love to have a blast. Thanks for helping me; you’re the only one who could help with this task. Come on, let us bury the past. Do you remember my good friend, often times you try to pretend? Saying in you, I should depend, masked people must take off their mask. Behind my back you were lying, in revenge now I’m applying, Like in your lies you were trying, to avoid whatever I ask. And now you will feel, what I was feeling, on the wrath that I cast, Go on; drink the drink from my flask. Do you feel inebriated, perhaps too intoxicated? It seems your vision has faded, my, you have gotten drunk so fast. Come on help me mix this caustic, hurry now! Is it too toxic? It’s not harmful; you won’t get sick, be careful it could give a blast. I push him in, but he don’t fit, so now I had to use my rasp, I vowed my revenge, so take in your breath; it is to be your last. And now in this drum you will bask. You have done me this way too long; lying, stealing; the same old song, And in life you do not belong, for it’s your lies that are too vast. I’m done with my contemplating and your death I am awaiting, Should I go, I am debating, now you’re time in there has surpassed. I am not like you; I take it further, can you see the contrast? For your help, it’s an A, you passed. Sips of liquor is what it took, to rid this liar, thief, and crook, Now entombed in this little nook, I wipe the germs off of my flask. And though he’s dead, I am upset, because my clothes and shoes are wet, And for this day I won’t forget; my senses I begin to grasp. But for now all of my problems are floating, in acid and gas, There they’ll dwell, in the wooden cask. _____________________________________ For Elaine George's 'Tell me a story' contest The form is Trochaic Octameter Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
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