Hard Irony

My glass tips and sways
The wine swishing waves this way and that,
Cursing the floor with red droplets falling upon that mini skirt,
The one you imagined,
The one I wouldn't wear any where but your imagination,
So in a sense it's like staining your dreams with the remains of my wine glass,
Turning your dream to a nightmare,
One where a cheap hooker slides down her mini skirt to reveal a strap on,
All ready waxed and ready, lubricated with the remains of my wine glass,
Ready to slide into your ass!
Irony? Maybe?
A curse? Sure,
For imagining a mini skirt I'd never wear,falling to the wine stained floor,
Reality I watched as you ran from your whore and as you ran towards me,I slammed the fucking door.