"I need a drink, time to reflect
this is all getting a bit much,
It's hard to think,
to get the threads to connect,
To make those loose ends bind.
Ending humankind
is a field of landmines."
War roared.
"I can't believe they gave me. ME a verbal warning"
Death lamented
3 HOURS LATER...
The bar was thrumming,
sweat soaked bodies squirming.
Beer splashing through the buzzing air,
in the bathrooms, a young man churning
and a skeletal figure taking centre stage.
"He is really killing it
on the dance floor.
I never knew he had
such fancy moves"
"I love you man, no really, Love all of you,
like yeah bombs and stuff are great, but
Mate. Y'know. Mate, you guys are the best.
Another round of jagerbombs! Bring it on.
Ohh wait I need a wee"
Pestilence in a melancholic moment
was painting spots and pimples
on all of the pretty ones.
"Nobody ever talks to me
in these places, it gets so lonely"
Famine was flirting with the idea
of another beer,
When a man came over,
asked her to dance.
"Why, yes let us take to the floor,
I hunger to be moved by the music
you humans so adore"
A scream
Then ten more,
then the whole room vibrated
as everyone tried
to run for the door.
Death stood tall,
scythe primed
and spun, taking down everyone.
The horse people sat together,
and raised a glass.
The perfect ending
to an evening of fun.
Thanks for reading
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