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Sam Edison

Rookie (July 7th 1982 / Brooklyn, New York)

A Pub Called Running Bull


After 15 shots of whiskey I puked right on the floor
Asked the bartender for another he said dont come back no more
And then the mutant bouncers they grabbed me off my feet
I barely put up a struggle as they threw me out onto the street
Threw a rock right at there window and vomited once more
I stumbled fell and crawled untill I bumped into this whore
She said now sugar you dont look so good would you like to see my pink
I said well maybe later but for now I need something to drink
She pointed in the direction of a pub called running bull
They'll pump you up with whiskey till your livers completely full
With a prayer up to Saint Mary I made it miraculosly to the door
And when that door had opened I seen something Ive never seen before
I seen angels devils and lizards sharing bottles and singing song
Each and every bottle was a Jameson so I knew that I belong
I ordered a shot of Jameson the shot glass was as big as my head
I asked if I died and went to heaven they said no son your not dead
You had made it to your new favorite pub a place called running bull
The only pub in new york city that will have your liver full

Submitted: Thursday, July 09, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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  • Rookie - 113 Points Patti Masterman (7/22/2009 10:00:00 AM)

    You found the true religion. Ha, this is great writing. I think your poems are addictive.
    I need another shot. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jazza Bella (7/19/2009 8:02:00 PM)

    This was wonderful
    Again you show off your skills.
    Love that Raw emotion that comes off
    from your work.
    'Tell it like it is, If not the truth'

    In the little time that I have to take you in.
    I have absorbed so much from your work.
    Thank you again. (Report) Reply

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