Fun and games.

Two people are to die tomorrow
Drowned in love and alcohol
So another can live
Without dogs and rabid women
Spitting in his face

A truth here told
As prologue to an unfelt sorrow
Pardon, as of yet unfelt
For you see 't'will come tomorrow

I am so many people
And the people are in flux
If they'd but lend me their fragile ears
As I wade through the muck of scores
Of men and beasts
Gods and feasts
I am all and all are one