A perfect career until this occurred,
Mistakes are hideous, no room for error,
But here we stand, a moment quite absurd,
Trembling, his eyes are filled with terror,
"You should finish such costly Cabernet,"
He downs the crimson wine, and swallows hard,
His eyes are searching fast for what to say,
With eyebrows furrowed, still I keep my guard.
He sweats profusely, staining nervous lips,
But my flesh is dry like black stain-less steel.
Spilled wine on the table constantly drips,
Inhales and opens his mouth for the spiel,
A cough to shut him up, a flick of wrist,
Empty soul detached, I still don't exist.
Mistakes are hideous, no room for error,
But here we stand, a moment quite absurd,
Trembling, his eyes are filled with terror,
"You should finish such costly Cabernet,"
He downs the crimson wine, and swallows hard,
His eyes are searching fast for what to say,
With eyebrows furrowed, still I keep my guard.
He sweats profusely, staining nervous lips,
But my flesh is dry like black stain-less steel.
Spilled wine on the table constantly drips,
Inhales and opens his mouth for the spiel,
A cough to shut him up, a flick of wrist,
Empty soul detached, I still don't exist.
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