Wine Tasters

WINE-TASTERS

Watch them sip their wine every night
Reliving that day that they took that great plight
Answer the wine-tasters when they're speaking to you
Or else you shall face a terrible doom
When they stop listening though, don't dare interrupt
Or your life they will surely corrupt
Those wine-tasters, merrily sipping their wine
Having a wonderful, merry-old time
Not seeing the trail of hate they leave behind
Not seeing the loathing in their own eyes
The wine-tasters, oh so proper and prim
Don't ever have time to fit you in
They sit there and sip that red juice, down they drink
Not seeing the fact that in that wine they sink
Their lives are stained red and that's all they can see
The blood, gore and wine of those who they used to care for deeply
They clink those glasses together and toast
That in their lives they get the best and the most
The wine-tasters, sipping, drinking, gulping in those they loved
Bringing them into this world where they're battered and shoved
Those wine-tasters with fake smiles and laughs as their disguise,
Those wine-tasters slowly drinking in their demise