Devil-may-care legs bathed in your empty glass As single malt marked your avid wavering ways. Then you stormed on us with livid days Of ghost-like storks and stubborn preys.
We crawled around merciless in your blackened dunes, Searching for mercantile solutions to these ruins. Anger built up in your half-sunk ship, A couple of aborted half-hearted revolutions.
And while we stood there, struck by our sick absurdity, You struck yourself and killed us all.