Compromised Revenge

Revenge is a petty form of pleasure

Smoked by heathens and sad little men

Crippled by insulted honor.

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It dusts dirt roads with invisible savagery,

Paints blue skies with

Childhood woes.

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It tinges hot coffee with cold thoughts

And someone is screwed

Into drinking tepid sludge.

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But compromise means I sit indoors

Watching the snow fall through each gap

In the screen.

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You sip your whiskey and dream

Of cigarettes and sex

Because compromise and revenge are the same dish.

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One is hot.

One is cold.

Neither tastes very good.

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And when they combine,

There's nothing to do but vomit it up

And sneer at the mess.