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 Slamma!
I make things with juice and froth: the Pink Squirrel, the 3-Toed Sloth. I make drinks so sweet and snazzy:
The Iced Tea, The Kamikaze, 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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