A Taste of the Universe
Part I: My Captain
I’ve had enough, today has been rough
It’s been a long day, night, and week
A little relief is all that I seek
I lift my coat from the rack and atop my head I place my hat
I trot outside in the drizzling rain
I’m in search of something to ease the pain
Reality has hit me stronger than any train
There’s too many thoughts traveling through my brain
Stepping through puddles I slide into my car
I know where to go and it isn’t far
I shall travel to where all the sad men are
I will search until I find the neon
There I will take a glass to use as a crutch to lean on
I will take my place on the stool at the bar
As I walk in I can smell the sin
On the brown and green table billiard balls bang
Upon the walls history hangs
I see my seat, that empty stool
So I sit, finally in a place less cruel
My eyes begin to wonder and as I look I begin to ponder
Where is the man I came here for?
The one that I so greatly adore
Next thing I hear is footsteps upon the floor
That’s when I notice him and could not be pleased more
He is built so tall and slender
To him, tonight, I will surrender
Although, tomorrow, I may not remember
I put my trust into him, the bartender
I got his attention with one simple mention
“Tonight I will allow you to be my captain
You shall guide me through whatever will happen
Cost is no obstacle, just keep my tab
My sorrow is covering me like a scab
One that you cannot help but peel off and the blood begins to run
Just as the tears do until they are done
So give me a glass or give me a shot
I’ll take whatever you give me, anything you’ve got
“I think, I think I have just the drink
One that will make your world inverse
You my friend need A Taste of the Universe
Part II: The Drink
The bartender turns and begins working with a vault
Whatever will happen to me will be his fault
Finally, it clicks and the door swings open
“This, my friend, is the world’s token.”
He is talking about the bottle his hands hold
I wonder if it’s strong, I wonder if it’s old
From under the counter he removes a small glass
He pours the liquid, but I tell him, “I’ll pass.”
It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen
By this proclamation I’ll tell you what I mean
Its base is darker than an abyss’ black
Reminding me of a lung after all the world’s cigarette packs
In it is suspended jewels, gems, and flecks
Ones of white, red, green, and even purple specks
“You my nightly captain think that this is my drink?
Well I think if I take one drink swallowing would make my taste buds shrink.”
“My friend, do not make yourself a liar
You come to me with depression never higher
You told me to be your captain which makes you my ship
So do not let the word no form upon your lip
As your captain I order you to not only take a sip
But you must finish the glass, it will be your only one this trip.”
“Understand I do not, but I care neither
My life is in your hands; I will live or die either
This concoction of tar and flakes appears to be deadly
But if my captain does think that I should drink, then I will do so steadily
Part III: The Taste
The glass I press against my lips; red
As the fluid kisses my taste buds I begin to dread
“Captain, this drink is a drink I don’t not think I can continue to drink
It reeks of the breath of a thousand eggs rotting
Just the stench sends my stomach knotting
You must be evil and there is something you’re plotting
I don’t know why, this, to me, you are allotting
The texture is that of sand covered eel slithering down my windpipe
I ‘m open minded to almost any drink but I don’t think this is my type
The money I spent on this was a waste
There is almost no way to describe this awful taste
Why would you even try to make me taste this wasteful paste?
The taste is that of eating worm stew with a beetle spoon after using toothpaste!
Maybe I should not have come to this place
Here in this universe I am nothing more than a waste of space.”
“You see, my friend, the truth is not there
You do live a life worth living I swear
Sit as you do upon my stool
Do your ears hear a fool?
A fool I am not, not here
You said to give you a drink, but I chose not beer
Once you dink this drink I do think that it will be clear
So tip back your glass with or without a cheer.”
My eyes are fixed on the bartender
He does not seem to be a pretender
I have nothing more to lose, so I do chose to think this drink until it’s gone
I will do so with one tip back and chug so it won’t last long
Hopefully I did not chose wrong
So with my fingers closing my nose
And a last few words, “Here it goes.”
As I begin to chug my eyes do close
Part IV: The Lesson
Dreadful, awful, terrible once again!
To drink such a drink should be considered a sin!
I jump from my stool, “Happy now captain?! Now I am the fool!
I think this drink is a drink you should remove from your shelf!
Ashamed is what you should be, what do you have to say for yourself?!”
“Happy? I am indeed
I do think with the drink you will be pleased.”
“Pleased?! I, indeed am not pleased!
How could I be pleased with this?!
It tasted like a glass of sasquatches…”
Hold on
Wait just a second
What is this new taste that is becoming present?
It’s one that makes my taste buds cheerful
One that that’s even better than a beer full
“This, my captain, is delightful!”
“Not only delightful my friend, but insightful until the end
Now that the universe has been completely drank
I am the one that you can thank
I concocted this drink for those who think the way you think
The lesson it teaches is of great importance