Little Joe Zo and i played warriors at CP…put up our gang graffiti at the old 7/11 on 12th. The Golden Age of Clark Park. Back when we fought with fists instead of heaters…
CONCLUSION
with i had a time machine to go back to summer of the Jedi, 1985.
I am the last barman poet / I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make / Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake / The sex on the beach / The schnapps made from peach / The velvet hammer / The alabama slammer. / I make things with juice and froth / The pink squirrel / The 3-toed sloth. / I make drinks so sweat and snazzy / The iced tea / The kamakazi / The orgasm / The death spasm / The Singapore sling / The dingaling. / America you've just been devoted to every flavor I got / But if you want to got loaded / Why don't you just order a shot? / Bar is open.