The Corner Bar
A man walks into a bar
and throws all of his cards on the table
his best, his worst,
all of his moments
and dreams
spilling out
with him in a pool of blood,
tears,
vomit,
piss,
and a laugh,
and a stumble,
and a moment of angelic grace,
when he touches the sky
with a bit of fiery wit
and a story
that proves he's more of a man,
than he who walks out with a limp
because he hates his own leg,
and walks into a bar
to throw all of his cards on the table.
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