BRAINWASH
Yesterday, the two most known in town
Were the club bartender
And the drunkard.
The former, from above,
Looked down at our heads.
With outstretched hands,
In line, we took coffee and shots of fernet.
The latter was drunk
Even at six in the morning.
We spent the whole day
Discussing how the bartender was groomed
And what perfume he wore.
We’d point fingers, waiting:
“Here he comes,
Ah, thank goodness, there goes the drunk.”
The crowd had no other worries!