One Dollar Beer Sundays

I drink as if to flood
This inner-city of self war
As if my pockets have no end
I intend to bend...reality to
A shape more crooked than this

And these strangers, how they laugh
As if ignorant of mortality
"Excuse me, sir, care to trade
a few beers for a packet of laughs?
Or lend a step in your shoes?"

They're not to blame, not to blame
No more than the higher being
Yet I seethe, hiss and spit
Breathe, smirk and wink
Release a five from my fist...

"Two beers for me. One for him
and a packet of laughs to go."

Esteban Luis Soto (c) 2011

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