Killing The Happy Hour Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Killing The Happy Hour
KILLING the happy hour with
your spit and talk, cracking
your fingers like a boxer, then
hitting with your rusty axe,
the niceties are over,
you scream, i want out,
i want out, you heard me
, i want out, but first ill
take another drink.
KILLING the hapy hour with
your spit and talk.
Good work Mr. Gerardino! ........flavor of Bukowski.......the line...'cracking your fingers like a boxer'........then hitting with your rusty axe'. They call it happy hour but alot of people who hit the happy hour are depressed and broke.
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5/4/2024 2:22:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Agree with Mr. Murdock...Drinks are much cheeper & th; clientel can be a might testier as they wallow their woe in their whyskey.....Job well done, David'''''''''''''''''FJR