When Shit Hit the Fun

When the ceiling broke

and the pipes burst

and the shit leaked

and the fan whirled,

and the music stopped

and the dance stopped

then the party…

Everyone for themselves

They scattered

lamenting

accusing

Not praising

Forgetting.

The past:

Dark moments recurring

No more:

“Romeos and Juliets”

Angels: brilliance lost…

As the smell begins to fill our nostrils

Our blood it causes to boil

Our love, to coil

Dreams, to the soil

and good to unfoil

When the shit hit the fun

I stood and watched

Individuals running

Us no longer is

but me and Myself.

Moving in separate ways:

My way you cannot take

and obstacles block our way.

When shit hit the fun

I stood and watched

Waiting

for the party to resume.

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