Old Bar Stewards

by grimbeau


Albert Einstein sticks his tongue out to photographers in 1951

Music soothes the savage breast.

Death Metal springs to mind.

Put on your rusty chain mail vest.

Go find an axe to grind.

Roaring to the chemist

On your zimmer frame

The traffic cops then did you

For pissing in a drain

Fined or sent to prison

Condemned to spend your time

Moaning at the bus stop

It never leaves on time.

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