bacchus unveiled
your critical eye keeps a distant watch
while unwittingly I pursue
the stocking of your armory
with actions you misconstrue
shall I play your devoted sycophant
and be content to hover
in the oblivion of your back stage
behind the curtain's cover
while all around the air resounds
with the sound of laughing praise
in drunken revelry you shine
entertaining them with your ways
my inclination to escape
far from your limelight's heat
is paltry ammunition
if you're seeking my defeat
don't tell me that you missed me
or that I was in the wrong
for canceling my membership
in your mindlessly worshiping throng
don't play your fucking wounded card
when you obviously didn't care
to indicate your awareness
of whether I was even there
don't cast your weak aspersions
or pathetic insinuations
don't try to dictate motives based
on your twisted interpretation
I still have the right to choose
how I want to spend my time
refusing to be your shadow
is not some heinous crime
if my company was important
you could have let me know
but instead you note my absence
and let your anger flow
so happy birthday big boy
you're a forty year old man
behaving like a sullen child
because I'm not your biggest fan
perhaps you'd like to bear in mind
how I'll spend the morning after
cleaning piss out of my carpets
while you shrug it off with laughter
so yes let's let the truth be known
I preferred the company I kept
downing top-shelf shots of booze
when inside I could have wept
you've no sense of companionship
if you can't be at the center
so I left you to the howling crowd
because I'm the sole dissenter
like Bacchus you embrace excess
you're a paragon of mirth
inevitably turned to the churlishness
to which the amber flow gives birth
while unwittingly I pursue
the stocking of your armory
with actions you misconstrue
shall I play your devoted sycophant
and be content to hover
in the oblivion of your back stage
behind the curtain's cover
while all around the air resounds
with the sound of laughing praise
in drunken revelry you shine
entertaining them with your ways
my inclination to escape
far from your limelight's heat
is paltry ammunition
if you're seeking my defeat
don't tell me that you missed me
or that I was in the wrong
for canceling my membership
in your mindlessly worshiping throng
don't play your fucking wounded card
when you obviously didn't care
to indicate your awareness
of whether I was even there
don't cast your weak aspersions
or pathetic insinuations
don't try to dictate motives based
on your twisted interpretation
I still have the right to choose
how I want to spend my time
refusing to be your shadow
is not some heinous crime
if my company was important
you could have let me know
but instead you note my absence
and let your anger flow
so happy birthday big boy
you're a forty year old man
behaving like a sullen child
because I'm not your biggest fan
perhaps you'd like to bear in mind
how I'll spend the morning after
cleaning piss out of my carpets
while you shrug it off with laughter
so yes let's let the truth be known
I preferred the company I kept
downing top-shelf shots of booze
when inside I could have wept
you've no sense of companionship
if you can't be at the center
so I left you to the howling crowd
because I'm the sole dissenter
like Bacchus you embrace excess
you're a paragon of mirth
inevitably turned to the churlishness
to which the amber flow gives birth
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