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!
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
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How much like religion this is looking up to god and down to the devil with nothing else mattering. A lovely write and a fave
I feel very honored and appreciated by your reading and by the messages you bring me about my modest verses. I would be happy to have a comprehensive critique from you on the poems that you have read in detail. Ah, how happy I would be!
January 20th, 2026 22:42
I feel very honored and appreciated by your reading and by the messages you bring me about my modest verses. I would be happy to have a comprehensive critique from you on the poems that you have read in detail. Ah, how happy I would be!
You are most welcome Sami. Noted
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