A Taste of the Universe

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