Pawn Star
Pawn Star


Lighting the cigarette
Clipping it around my lips
While the whisky waits in the glass
Like an unsettling past,
Waiting to scuffle down my throat
All at once,
I use this interlude to whiff in
Apocalypse from cigarettes after sex-
Harvesting twinges from the centre of my chest
And burying it somewhere on its left,
All by itself, all at once.
It's not so shady bar,
Just for their choice of music,
Enough to hold my thoughts
Like the whisky in the glass...
I still dread to sip.
Without further ado, I take a huge gulp
Inflaming my throat,
Pouring down the grudges of let
ting others down
Where malice and Sordid intentions held strong
Twisted with the rocks of deceit
Decorated with a smile like the lemon slice on the glass
While genuinely and empathy rested on the side
Soberly like soda...
I always liked my whisky neat and large.
That I earned from pawning my soul,
In the truths of this chess called life
Where everything you own today
Equates to
How badly you wanted to have it in the past,
Where everything is black and white
Until your chances of losing are greyed out.
Sometimes to stand tall like a king
You have to check your moves
And mate with your enemies.