The Show

You’ve come to watch me bleed? Well, grab a seat.
Get comfortable; enjoy yourself.  Why not.
I’ve already conceded my defeat;
you might as well see what your ticket bought.
You might enjoy a beverage.  Some of mine?
It’s vinegar and blood, a nasty cup.
I’ll see if I can find your favorite wine.
I’m just a little dizzy; don’t get up.
I know it’s such a mess, this bloody trail.
You didn’t need to follow; I’ll be fine.
Wait here, I’ll fetch a mop and fill a pail.
If you should slip the fault would all be mine.
So watch me bleed, a lonely thing to do.
I know!  Why not invite a friend or two.

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