Bartenders barter the bastions of civilizations only recluse
Fill full the cup of loneliness and pass it around
Tap fast the troubadours of man’s torrential limitations
They free the fallacies of the minds false limitations
Or at least seem to sequester them into seemingly unreal sequences
Men now stand slave to the slick slime
They burn for its burn down their baritone throats
Lost in the luxury of their lustrous poisons
Posed at the precipice of the perpetuation of humanity
Humbled soon shall be the heart of man’s humility
So drink deep of your sordid cup
And breathe deep the blasphemy of brotherhood
Farewell Troubadours.