That bar in town

Mikas the old,

Had come to town from home.

He went to the bar,

With a little gold.

Howdy my friend,

Give me a jin,

I have to go meet my kin.

Tell me sir how much you want,

Would advise you to even get a bun.

I said I want jin my son,

Don't give me more than I want.

But sir won't you take a bit of rum

As well?

I hear it's good for the bum.

I ain't no lady my bud,

I don't have to take care of my butt.

Oh sir, so you say,

It think you sit,

On your gay.

Don't temp me son,

I know your hon.

Oh my sir,

As you say,

But I think,

You are gay.

The more jin I drink,

The merrier I get,

Now don't delay son,

Give me that jin.

Tell me sir,

Won't you take,

A bit of red as you get.

You're are marbles,

And I think you are deaf.

Can't you hear?

Handle that with care.

But sir I see fine,

My ears are like wine,

The older they get,

The better they are.

I am sorry you chose a fresher deer.

How dare you son,

I can hear,

Now pass me my jin,

And I will be outta here.

Want a bag as well my sir?

I think you need to,

Cover your hair.

I am bald can't you see?

Oh wait,how dare thee.

Here's your jin sir,

And your rum.

But I didn't ask for a rum.

Oh don't be a bum.

I feel like punching your gum,

With your rum,

I said a bottle of jin,

And that's for my kin.

Sorry sir,

Here your beer,

Now take care.

I said jin

You fool,

Why give me beer?

Oh just take it for your dear.

At that the old man left,

With his own jin,

Leaving the bartender with a grin.

~Fin

The Dead Revolutionary