Bartender Oh Bartender – Drinks Heron Me
(a stout rendition of Captain Oh Captain)
mine eyes espy the glory per the ending
of another work day beckon Baily's Irish Creme
with Absolut certainty that Fireball named Brandy
the Patron Crown Royal abets dream
quest proof positive to expunge stressful Boss
distilling this cooked Grey Goose a gleam
with nary a clue how my ceaseless toiling efforts
play within the lager corporation scheme
assigning exemplary skills and talents within
what appears to be a trumped up losing team.
No exit out this grueling twenty first century
rat trap where by Scotch chief en gin that air
except to drawn displeasure and wallow in sorrows
downing Booze or house brand beer
despite drunken state erodes axons and synapses
snap like chattering teeth of broken gear
quickly cause tenuous grasp on queasy reality,
sanity, and tenacity rent asunder and tear.
Now that work day done at long last, not a moment
to tally date with Jack Daniels to delay
this linkedin the conga line wants
to wash away sounds of barked orders Rum bling – may
king me insides writhing with anger
as if type cast in diabolical formidable, horrible play
whereby each active scene increases assistance
for Johnny Walker to glide and sashay.
Argh, how those last remaining minutes to escape hubbub
ticks away at the pace of a snail
to these myopic eyes, which suspect manager
surreptitiously turns back clock hands male
lush hiss lee deliberately toys with sanity,
thus seek counsel from Jimmy Beam without fail
when super tramp ping head honcho
will cease cheap trick renouncing cruel act with ale.
Without sh malt s, Hops, skips and jumps inebriation
welcomes me by rendering taps
receding thoughts of being bound, cramped,
and emulsified in dark cubicle Schnapps
as if invisible taut cord tears into virtual tatters
and this life of Wry lee loosed like flaps
from shredded material
trailing a tail that rivals tales of Aesop's.
That ambler liquid of the gods soothes
palate and tongue helps a comfortably numb
feeling to settles within thine body electric
dulling the senses with heavy eye lids plum
met to close shut tight riding the wave of ecstasy,
reflecting about dad and late mum
though come the morrow, a hang over
with sensation akin to a loud internal tin drum.
Upon rising sober with total amnesia
sans pandering as a buffoon
realizing fallacious gimcrackery
while ensconced in fermented cocoon
an email fried off from the top dog
quickly reminded yours truly how I did goon
off the rails, perhaps cuz of living
within a trackless caboose sized wife named June.
- Author: rew4er2nail ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2017 20:45
- Comment from author about the poem: i allude (with pun she pan ash) to that tome poem "Captain Oh Captain" by the inimitable Walt Whitman, who payed homage to the rather aloof sixteenth president of the United States. Y'all ought to know that supreme human being to be Abraham Lincoln!
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