You said that life is pretty short <br />and that we should not think <br /> that we are people of a sort <br />who save and rather drink <br />the cheapest wine under the sun. <br />Then, when I came to visit you, <br />you poisoned me, why did you Hon? <br />You fed me tasty Hemlock brew. <br />And did you kill me for the reason <br />that you could spend that gold of mine? <br />And drink the best dropp of the season <br />and send me where the sun don't shine?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cheap-wine/
