This One's For You Bartender
Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.
Bartender, Bartender . . . tell me what you think . . .
as you give me your magnificent magic elixir.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I don’t want to think . . .
but I need that feeling of sublime nothingness.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I’m in love with her . . .
but only YOU know the truth of what I can’t tell others.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I’m really not a broken man . . .
and—believe it or not—I still have faith in my fellow man (sometimes).
Bartender, Bartender . . . I do love your alcohol . . .
and your enviable mastery of the alcoholic arts.
Bartender, Bartender . . . I dislike stupid people (immensely) . . .
and I avoid them (like the plague) whenever I possibly can.
Bartender, Bartender . . . my love of poetry is for all eternity . . .
and my passion for it knows no limits in the human imagination.
Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and whether one day I meet Jehovah or Mephisto,
please always give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 30, 2014
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