When promises crumble like pie crust, <br />When sweet nothings sink like dough; <br />When the sick, stale stench of distrust, <br />begins to spread and grow. <br /> <br />When the tastelessness of indifference, <br />mixes with a dash of bitter spice; <br />When a pinch of of pure belligerence, <br />blends with a sharp addictive vice. <br /> <br />When sour arrogance in full measure, <br />flourishes free on finding fault; <br />When rage and ranting for pure pleasure, <br />curdles joy in an assault. <br /> <br />Bottled in an ancient jar, of brittle alabaster, <br />Here's a potion, ready-made, a recipe for disaster.<br /><br />Roann Mendriq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recipe-for-disaster-2/
