Brainwash

 

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!