One For The Bar Poem by abejide ayodeji

One for the bar


This is the revered brotherhood of renowned
drunks,
We are gathered here to laugh at humorless
jokes.
A Cloud of tobacco smoke forms over this
sanctuary,
Tonight, the heaven cries a liquor rain.
Heat pours like a river sans rest,
The beer is half spittle, half bartender's sweat.
Our cups runnet over, my purse bleeds clean.
I can no longer pay for this liquid sins
The demon in my bottle cracks another, Im laughing alone
When the devil whispers 'son, find your way
home',
A feet bears semblance to a mile,
The gutter assumes the lengths of nile.