The Ethereal, Evil Misstep. Poem by Michael Gale

The ethereal acknowledge of the past dance with danger...
Are we from common sense-The stranger?

Must we come to the cross roads of our untimely avenues? ...
Must we stumble upon our unjust dues?

Will we reap our dissatisfied juices, that we'll be forced to swallow? ...
Will we continue down our path of evil, that in this day, we as a society, allow?

After taste does not go down smooth...
It taste's bitter like Bourbon, or Vermouth!

We must learn to live with the mistakes of life choices...
Or to comprehend, our in between the ear's, bad and evil voice.