These Bum Eyes"
Quite a few while's years back.
Way down yonder there.
Before you were around.
I was imbibing on scotch and sodas.
The bartender looked drunker than I was.
Through my bum eyes.
The floors looked like the skies.
The doors looked like the March of Ides.
Where and when, in Rome, Cesar himself dies.
08/16/13 - By Jonny Billet's
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