You’ve given me up for another, despite what we used to share,
I thought I ran in your blood, I thought you were addicted to me,
I feel betrayed and defeated, It's all over: I can see.
I smiled and tapped her back, moved my fingers on her well carved neck,
I gazed at her golden texture, as I recalled the men she turned to wreck,
I said “It’s time we parted for good, though you’re the tastiest I knew or shall”,
As the barman grabbed her, whispering: “Are you done with Chivas Regal?!”
A. L. Gomaa© 2007
