Monday Night At Tony's Tavern
Crushed peanut shells are
scattered all over the floor
Beer bottles smashed
while blood drips from the roof
A body hangs from the rafters
while loyal patrons play
a vodka filled game of Russian roulette
Piss stains plastered all over the bathroom floor
cockroach's and rats run rampant
all while raging alcoholics throw fist
and set fire to bar stools
Drunker stupors, and stain glass windows rule
people call it martial law but I call it a regular Monday night...
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