Dark Sarcasm
Steeped, but slow,
From within, below,
Somewhere amid
The dark sarcasm
Thrives an entity.
A sub-life on its own
Taking human form,
So beyond the norm
As it walks amongst
The unwitting living.
A slip of the tongue.
The wine is all gone,
But the night is young,
And we are the ones
Holding our destiny.
Pointed words blurt out.
We can't take them back.
Words do carry weight
In our sarcastic attack
On friend and foe alike.
The Bitter Draught -- Adriaen Brouwer
