Somehow, Rather

It's slightly cold tonight
Rather too quite and the ice cube isn't dissolving tonight
Even this rum isn't calming the waves down tonight
No glasses clanking tonight

What's going to happen tomorrow?
Or will there be a tomorrow?
If not, can I borrow a tomorrow?
So I can narrate tonight's story tomorrow?

When it started yesterday
Like that was the last yesterday
When they really wanted to live yesterday
To know what they were meant to breathe for yesterday

As last week was warm
Last week was a little cosy
Though last week the cottage was swarmed
Last week the reverence itself was rather a posey

But this is now
This is where I empty a glass of rum
And then I'll take a bow
And craft a story of a rebel scum

-PRK-