Delivery Fail

They promised us sun,
But they failed to deliver.
They promised us blue,
But they failed in that, too.

They promised us springtime,
A break from the clouds.
They promised us sunshine,
And much peace of mind.

But they lied. Or they failed.
Or they failed and they lied,
And nothing’s more dangerous
Than a man’s wounded pride.

And so we lie here,
Our hands round a beer,
As tears fall from the sky
And every man’s eye,
And we seek the sweet comfort
Of oblivion nigh.

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