::10:17:07::

::: Rebos :::

lost the maze of some slimy neighborhood
reflections from the bay gleam like blood
the wind hits her face and jangles my glass
mixers at the bar where us drunkards amass

barstool priests slur their intelligible laws
urine blood vomit and semen line the walls
but beneath these filthy rotten canopies
lay the blissful drunken qualities

a prophet lost in her drunken dreams
a criminal plotting his perfect schemes
the plague has vanquished all their cares
and the drink made bare countless years

regardless of the frivolous, murderous hate
and the false priests and their hollow compassionate
somewhere a husky throat gives life to a song and sings
and the flock reign on barstools like undeposable kings

Written by: ~ Roget