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American Bar
Nobody's in the American Bar tonight
And no one can make my usual
White Russian.
No one's here to stop the world
Except for me
And my oil on water on syrup in a glass.
Everybody’s missing it! The Big Shot!
The Golden Torch to carry us to a quicker eternity!
I could carry them along with me, but they always ignore,
Pretend to not comprehend.
Don’t they understand? –
I am the savior!
I am the trip to the moon!
I am the hand penetrating the water to pull you to shore!
Why choose to keep on around this senseless land?
Perhaps they don't want to go where I'm headed.
But I have yet another soul taken,
Placed in my glass jars of watery reflection.
City of sampled orange beaches I’ve made
I take another shot of their seas
and compensate for its foreign tastes the best I can.
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