The ‘bar'
Places were information crowds ear.
Places were eyes sights situation.
In the ‘bar,’ mouths runs over tongues.
A mixture of false and facts.
A mixture of hot and cool.
Some stumble to the ‘bar’,
some rumbles in the ‘bar’,
coming home in gambles.
Ripples of life gambles.
In the ‘bar’,
Mouths runs, tongues wag.
Eyes blinks, people blend.
The ‘bar’ full of nosy noses,
sniffing proceeds of mouth.
Injecting falsehood.
Interjecting fact hood.
Over a bottle of beer,
over catalogues of crises,
over settles of scuttles.
On courting of friends.
The ‘bar’, a difference of the ‘bench’.
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