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The Bar of Temptation

Poetry By: CRoberts
Poetry


A man walks into a bar (no joke) and encounters temptation in the form of a barman.


Submitted:Sep 12, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


What do you want sir, what do you desire?

All I can offer you is brimstone, hellfire

Pull up a seat and lean against the bar

A whiskey on the house, for you must have come so far

What do you want sir, what do you require?

Perhaps a pint of rum judging by your attire

Don't try to run for your senses I will thwart

Sit back, relax, let me grate against your thoughts

Glancing around there is nothing to observe

The devil in your drink he gives to you some verve

Open up your heart sir, the barman's ears are open

Want my advice; only fix it if its broken

Have another drink mate, swig it long and slow

Did she break your heart, or deal the final blow?

It may have just got better, for a grin is on your face

Listen to a secret, that drink's your saving grace

There's no point in thinking, it drums on you like rain

The thoughts running round could drive a mad man sane

You may think it weird that you find yourself here

But that's beside the point, please, have another beer.

You may want to shout it, or scream out your problem

I think only we can possibly solve them

The demon on your left is lending you his ear

The angel on your right may like a Tia Maria

It seems to me you have no faith, it rests on broken glass

If you have another gin, the trouble she may pass

Don't listen to snide remarks, ignore the chiming clocks

The cure to a hangover is whiskey on the rocks

You haven't got a problem, it's the world that's in the wrong

To me your more than just a pawn, they're dancing to your song

I'll tell you when you've had enough, for that is my new rule

Let me say its for your good, For kind is to be cruel

Do you think it strange everything that I've said?

Perhaps it has helped or filled your heart with dread.

We all must admit that I've set a new pace

Do you accept that this bar's your saving grace?

Have another drink sir; your mind must be weary

Luckily enough my patrons love you dearly.

Just one more drink sir, swig it long and slow

Now that you're here you'll never want to go.





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