Untitled Quickie

Tongue in cheek,
Birdless beak
Dip your toes, then run for the hills
Sometimes the quickest ‘coasters
are the cheapest thrills
Bluest pills
The trick is
to choose the hand that grips more tightly
Ever so slightly
Watch the sweat bead down
each of the fat man’s chins
Black toothed grins
Pray that the Cheshire Cat
never truly makes sense
Weeping rivers for a mouth
chapped shut in a frozen frown
So fell the strongest of us
The wisest
The greatest
Trident to chest
Brick by brick
Shrug it off
A service of swollen lips
Lemon juice and salted rims
Another one down
in a war
we can not possibly win