Just another Wednesday night
And my feet have found the parking lot.
Found underneath glowing neon
Wrapped in Winter’s silent breath,
I wandered in from the north, from the south.
Staggering with a wobbly axle,
Carrying a perfect penniless purse
You caught sight, with my approach.
As an evangelist you proclaimed
I reeked of tobacco and pomade.
Unholy duo, reach forth and break.
Unholy duo, the curtain calls,
For another.
With no objection to be found or had,
Instruction brought deluge, creating
The overflowing glass, carrying
The virgin-white head.
In the hallelujah cheers
Chorus accompanied proliferation.
Holy trinity joined hands; in hand.
Holy trinity breaches thought.
Holy trinity tranquilizes the heart.
We all smell of tobacco, pomade, and beer.
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