We were planning a surprise
Seeing as this was the creative period
I had learned how to spell backfired
I had learned the mantra
And Jackson was the overseer
It brought little comfort
And I could only dream of the scars...three
Five and eight...
My back
It's skin was white
I was prepared to lose...wouldn't
Hesitate to lose the little finger too
A good repair job would ensure
Admission into golf clubs again
But instead, i watched
The man as he actioned his drink to his lips
Indicating his preference, he blew a kiss and
I saw his eyes run down the length of the bottle
And towards his true goal