Worst Poem Ever (Metal Music)

Today didn't come up roses it came up guns, pointed at my body they didn't have a warrant, nor cherry pie just a bunch of skid row degenerates shadows really, Cinderella fairy tales in the back of my mind Poison bubbled up in my guts and I slipped in the wet, Something worse piped in from right and left, What was this hell, this hair, this metal, all I could smell was Jack and catered spreads left to rot final fucking countdown indeed I made my way out of the arena and caught a cab Dave mustaine was driving but he wouldn't cop to who he was, just vague allusions to Hangar 18. Take me there then, you swine and be quick or be dead he dealt me a card and I knew before I looked the ace of spades the ace of spades fuck