Dirty Napkins Poem by Tom Priestley
Dirty Napkins
Same old thing
With brand new financiers
Don't take me to your side
Don't stand from your seat when I enter the room
I'm empty because of this quest
You
The haunted one
The last of your breed
Trapped in the whirlwind have shot me down
As the ex teacher becomes a DJ
And another bartender turns to writing prose on dirty napkins
To satisfy the ugly barmaid with a grudge
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