The Bar On Beer Street and Gin Lane

THE BAR ON BEER STREET AND GIN LANE Come in quoth he. Ye weary poor devils What is mine is yours he quipped with hands a-flarin' T'ward his barrage of demon drink.His eye smiling that Succubus hint gleaming just behind his light like in nightmare dreaming. Poured he proceeded to fill people's glasses who were now shouting for his Wiley advances care abandoned.How's about ye young lad, care for a taste that keep gentlemen glad? And my cup he prompt filled till more then i want had please enjoy for small pence you can sit all you want and engage in mindless stories all day long. 'Yea' said a wrinkled face much young than I 'Let the world kill itself.We be content with this.' This, my friend,was the last i saw of that dreary place that will forever haunt my face with images of the living that be dead and the dead that think they live. All night I keep vigil to guard my tempted soul against that wretched wolf's howl of a call and pray Lord keep my faith whole so not to fall in that infernal hole.Amen.