Crude Elevator Experience

as the elevator closes,

held breath departs,

sardonic smiles we all thus impart,oh, never judge

our falseness of heart, cuz in closed box

drunk passed a flaming ale-fart.

your revenge is never

the parched-throat water,

which was not brought from crater’s edge,

to remedy the stain,

a fine display,

an awful payment made paramount,

a caring charm for all that

strain.

Author notes

An alcoholic cut one and blamed it on an old lady, but the truth revealed itself. Poetic revenge? Not sure. He already looked sick enough, but alcoholism doesn't discriminate. I know it's a crude write, but not sure how to write about a life-lesson a this sordid nature. I bet he never forgot it...maybe it helped him somehow. I know it reminded me of the 'Bad Old Days'. Better him than me, maybe, but that doesn't sound very kind. I know I should not post this, but I sometimes have no impulse control.