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Standing behind the counter in run down public bar

A medley of embellished individuals sit crooning over a jar

Talking absolute vomit to every kind of ignorant soul

Drunken Whinging,scheming and spinning stories in their god forsaken hole

Endless ,recurring, pointless ,reinforced ideas are a poison in my mind

Years of listening to an onslaught of infection leaves me feeling bitter and unkind

Many lives lived in a bid to understand it all

Scars of the mind and body from a spiritual rise and fall

Times are spent in reflection and the changing of my minds beliefs

Repeating my new ideas to replace my transfered griefs