Keg Full of Brandy

...is what I could go for right about now. This poem is written from the perspective of an apathetic someone who just chugged it.

Keg Full of Brandy

 

All this hate that churns and spills

Can't seem to find something for new thrills

Don't know, don't know, don't care

I'll be beside you when I stab you in the back

Doubtless themes of new machines

Redubbed audio on life's silver screens

I'm not the only one

Who feels a life is something that's won

Masks have been painted

Portaits have faded

There must be one person I can trust

Pillar of strength crumbled to dust

I'll testify against the liars

Reduce them to cinder in Hell's fires

Our hunters leading fallen kin

Charging into battle once again

We may be dumb, that much you could say

But who gives a f**k, I won't hear you anyway

Reviews

[Allison]

This is really neat. I like it a lot. The only thing I can say is that it seems really forced at times.