what happened to my friendly, neighbourhood bar?
Every time I come in to wet my pipe
I catch a load of spewing shit
drama and here-say
grievances of scorned employees
I know I’m a good listener and all
but can’t a guy just sit and have a sip anymore
can’t these bitches just kill each other
or swallow their pride and get along
have some pity for us worn and weathered drunks
who, by the way, pay your rent
