Beth

Gamble everything away, don't care what you do, it won't escape my rage, at winter's iron maw, each issue from your muse, is just a shallow caw, watch ships in the bay, work is such a ruse, salt always in your cake, everyone's your whore, sad song's arrive on cue, what a cache they hoard, smoking stogeys in the rain, every trick in use, your life is such a game, love curdles tied with cord, witness how they hate you, one day they will roar, swipe at causes betrayed, conceal bitter fruit, mangle roses at your grave, drunk on schadenfreude.