Poison
Drink
Sipping
On a glass
Celebration
For success
Over enemies
Laugh out loud
Entertain a crowd
Dinner is on the house
Glass is exhausted of drink
He calls me to fill it up with more
I slip in the antidote, the cure
To the suffering of my people
Fill the glass with the drink
The tyrant laughs hard
His heart slows down
He clears his throat
He's grasping
Coughing
Choking
Poison
Copyright © Bilal Hb | Year Posted 2011
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