The Last Barman
By Anonymous
I am the last barman poet,
I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make,
Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake,
The Sex on the Beach, the schnapps made from peach,
The Velvet Hammer, The Alabama Slammer,
I make things with juice and froth,
The Pink Squirrel, the 3-toed Sloth,
I make drinks so sweat and snazzy,
The Iced Tea, the Kamikazi,
The Org*sm, the Death Spasm,
The Singapore Sling,
The Dingaling.
America you’ve just been devoted to every flavor I got,
But if you want to got loaded,
Why don’t you just order a shot?
Bar is open.
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