KILLING the happy hour with <br />your spit and talk, cracking <br />your fingers like a boxer, then <br />hitting with your rusty axe, <br /> <br />the niceties are over, <br />you scream, i want out, <br />i want out, you heard me <br />, i want out, but first ill <br />take another drink. <br /> <br />KILLING the hapy hour with <br />your spit and talk.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killing-the-happy-hour/
