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Talking To the Barman About Poetry

Waiter provide me one
      bottle of fresh news ...!
      and a cup of hope...

    
       Waiter offer me
       another dose of joy ...
       that other one is dead,
       just gave me agony ...

       Waiter i desire
       an aged Whiskey
       because the late
       neither taste nor
       wisdom...

       Waiter supply me some Ice
       to numb my tissues,
       because my life 
       and feelings are
       burning inside, 
       senseless ...

        I need a dose
        of enthusiasm ... because
        what I had was already
         in failure ...
       - Waiter ... the bill, the bill
         forget...! because I forgot
          the money at home

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