Put it in a blender,
Drink it down
Go on, go on!
How was that?
I did not like the taste
But the frown upon my face
Told all.
The appalling silence,
Deafening.
But we were in a race.
Competitors.
What where the spoils?
Nothing I may trace,
But I found the prize;
She was not for winning.
What a fucking futile exercise,
The coils of death leave no space,
Come with me
I return to sender.