Sour Grapes

My Tribute To: A Loser Cometh hither and drink my sour grapes for it was you that spoiled the taste with haste You took your sweet wine from vagrant apes who can't tell cheap from good oh what a waste Each night you went to the bar and got drunk spend every dollar we had on cheap wine You came home smelling like a pissing skunk down in the cellar you went there you pined I took my case and ran away from home to my mother who loved me from the start I left you penniless, drunk, and alone and I did this because you ripped my art... Cometh hither and drink your cheep red wine thanks to you, I lost a fardel of time. August 27, 2018