Martini on the rocks <br />Spilled over the tabletop <br />Wetting the Oakwood <br />Like a chemical spillage <br />Another stunned moment <br />The vacant chairs <br />Wondered, why on earth <br />The spill ever took place <br />No one has attended to the beverage <br />Since the long leftover <br />If someone had needed someone <br />To feel lively, then the Martini <br />Shouldn't have spilled out <br />And abandoned without an enthusiast <br />Damage has been done indiscriminately <br />Nothing was perfect <br />When nothing went wrong <br />The Martini was just another victim <br />Of circumstances <br />Ironically, the other patrons <br />Were too high to notice <br />The mishaps <br />Two hours later <br />A headline ripped apart the nation <br />A young body of a woman <br />Was cut into two, under the train <br />With a note miraculously attached <br />‘Martini, my love needs a u-turn ‘<br /><br />Sulaiman Mohd Yusof<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-125/
