Skiff for the Suits

I'll just get the oars

And push myself right off

How could I hold myself liable

Under such madness, do pray tell

Faces of bottles read through the night

Swaying in context, warning light

Yet another patron is dedicated

To this last jam

It's only 40 seconds till the show begins

Watch the screaming squabble of drunken state

Son, another grayscale of apathy in such a place

Not much time for reaction if one is wake

For fear of contracting such vile taste

This has been the last time

He'll leave here almost deadly undone

Pre-empt of fear

10 seconds now till the curtain is raised

Cold sweat seeps from his liquored brow

No one to throw the ring

One foot of water now

In panic stricken reigned he forgets how to swim

I'll scratch another from the cleansing post

It's almost a rush to reach for the blade

It goes from shame to shambles in less than days

Natural selection with a shove I'll take it from here