At the Sinister Bar, they cut off your legs.
Both at extra price.
They give you wheels.
They slide you down the bar with a tray.
If you don't finish all the drinks they put on the tray
by the time you get to the end of the bar,
they take your wheels away.
It's a place I love,
and I still have my wheels.
Steve Ivanovics
October 1998
Published by ivanonthekeys
I throw words together for stories, poems, and other things. When alone, I think. and abide. The Many-Minded Monster Morosely Minds his Meat.
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