Hot Crossed Bun
The bar was dark [bars always are] wouldn’t want to see,
he asked me what I’d drink, I answered back,“Who me?”
Since I didn't have much cash to exchange and less capacity,
I told him I’d have a beer, and "Thanks," but have one with me.
My heart was mush but, hey what’s new [I told him on beer two.]
He said, “Hey sweetie, wha's new? All men want to do is sc*ew..”
Tears ran down my face [as tears will do] as I told him, I had no clue.
Of all the broken hearts he’s seen, he said, mine was the most askew!
“Gave that man everything [I had!] washed his floors and walls.
Painted his G*d damned garage trim, pruned his trees of galls."
Ole Mick he cocked his head and sighed, his expression pitiful.
He said “I’ve been there with ya doll. But, enough of this caterwaul!”
“A mans only concrete attribute on which you may rely,
is the stick between his own two legs, as over you he lies.
If he gives you that my darling doll he’s done..and you can cry
for a man’s, but a man for all of that, and you’re but a bit of pie.
Contest: Confessions to a Bartender
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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