Rubies are red, frostbite is blue
cold in your head, catching the flu?
Having a drink, Turkey on ice
lusting for pink, liquified rice.
Blood seeping out, raspberry red
lips in a pout, silence in bed.
Flyer's rewards, points, a few knots,
calves stiff as boards, promise of clots?
Flu it can't be, stabs in the chest,
chamomille tea, plenty of rest.
Sunrise will come, always at Dawn,
proud stands the rum, human souls gone.
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