I been here before

We digressed into beast that no longer used cutlery to eat

 The table was a perfect arena for gladiator scrabble

We argued the validity of meaning or construction

Ignored the massacre going on

In plain sight mere butter knives

The waiter checks in and quickly fled

He seen the carnage

I gulped my drink and it spewed from my jugular

I motion for more wine

It doesn’t help

No one is the victor here

Silence is all that’s left

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