You make the rules
Nothing further from the truth
Actions cold, cruel
Portrait of the modern brute
I look, amazed
Something so childish, absurd
Your eyes, blaze
Atmosphere, poise yet stured
Such coctails we drink
Never speak nor think
Sit in silence and drink
Waiting, witch one will blink.
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Sit in silence and drink Waiting, witch one will blink. almost as intense as a Russian roulette nice :)