5/8/18 8:05 PM
get that red heart out of here!
we only serve the most arrhythmic patrons here
this bar is for the bleeding black cardiac victims with organs to pickle
your skin will turn yellow
and then comes the ghost
you’ll only find liquor
so just give them a prost!
this line is dead
the service cut off ages ago
but I’m still stuck on this sea
operator, I need a tow
my bleeding dead heart
fell into a glass
and I drank it’s juices
but not before staining the earth crimson
or maybe that’s the wine talking
drink up, Johnny!
the bars are closing soon
and if you don’t get your infusion
how can you tell a paper cut
from bleeding to your doom
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 8th, 2018 22:28
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 14
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