bitter (toast)

How dare you ask me why I’m bitter?
And damn that grin glued to your face!
Yeah, I’m an under the beltline hitter –
A new religion I fervently embrace.

Pain gives me the right to be bitter
And damn, I am what you dreaded most –
A cynic fist-clencher, teeth-gritter
And drunk on bitterness I raise a toast:

Here’s to the disillusioned,
Here’s to the vain hopes they nurtured,
Here’s to ashes of dreams envisioned,
Here’s to nights writhing in bed tortured.

Harboured in bitterness it's pain I shunned
But damn, that can't be a very hard guess.
Wide awake, wide aware, wide-eyed stunned
I drink to the bitter ones, raise one more glass.

Here’s to enjoying being played for a fool,
Here’s to getting high on revenge,
Here’s to anger and playing it cool,
Here’s to teeth gritted, fists clenched.