death sit at the end of the bar <br />dressed as a dancehall slut <br />full of danger and unknown <br />love drools on the bar <br />her head full of whiskey dreams <br />opportunity <br />hides in the shadows <br />waiting to pick the pockets <br />of your future <br />and slipping out <br />unnoticed<br /><br />Nat Z. Punx<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quick-drink-in-hell/
