The Rub

A place to raise your glass or raise the hair right off your head Where liquor flows and tongues will wag, be warned of what is said A place where open secrets bare desires to fulfill And nearly every fantasy to satisfy at will Anonymous in nature are the patrons you will find And you can be yourself and take a trip of any kind Wedding vows and high hat bows are left outside the door And once you dare to come inside you’ll find you’re wanting more How to find this wanton place when you’re up to no good Just turn the corner, take the path and penetrate the wood This place is so revealing you cannot miss its sign A hidden space, clandestine love its name is by design Who might you meet, a husband or a wife inside this pub Just take a stroll inside your head for therein lies “The Rub”