man bellies up to the bar with an armful of incomplete tattoos and says "I need a skin removal".
Now you can walk out anytime that you like or you can stay up ‘til three or four in the morning.
spoon falls into the drink and the drink accepts the spoon without sugar or prejudice.
and you can pour out all the ink from the pen or you can savor your social indifference.
jet black swirl.
see I remember it well. if integration's what you want then it's grey coffee you got.
man bellies up to the bar with a mind full of antiquated theories about separate and equal.
now you can bury him alive if you dare or you can hold on to what's safe and what's comfortable