Old pub in dreamland

You were downtown
in a brown pub

to drown some misery
to the bosom of the barmaid

nobody looked around
everyone concerned with themselves

you met an old poet
who said in a whisper

- the truth is for stupid people -

there was a deadly silence
you could hear a flower think

the barmaid removed
the last tough customers

and asked you to go
because you were infected

in the old pub dreamland
with the unknown closing virus.





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