Unlucky Lounge

Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =

this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck =

another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a =

regular jokes "This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy =

glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off =

the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, =

keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of =

some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news =

above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash =

it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy =

here, all you have is what we got.

Submitted by: Mel