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.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-the-happy-hour/
