Strangers In Bars
By: M. MacMinn
Some form of madness
a style of strain
Purged in a path of emptiness
filled by cow and pig in my blood
Each argument loses merit
when actions are involved
A humble path to precision
on an arrogant road unresolved
You are potentially my lover
the glisten of dew on your thighs
I'll prose to you in matrimony
a wife of the moment
on the phone across the bar
Be timid and foolish
resign yourself to my arm
A cast-away of emotion
in neon lights you'll go far
Lost, foolish and young
education is important
pay attention to strangers in bars
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