SkeeK
The Original, Rock n' Roll Doggie, VIP PASS
A slow, dreary mask of smoke and flickering incandescents.
Worn workers slouch on crooked chairs and stilted stools,
Their eyes are leaded with an ultimate exhaustion.
But their minds suppress the reality of
The worn furniture, tarnished juke box and
The Cracked, collapsing ceiling
Instead they suppose themselves surrounded
With rich red satin curtains,
And curving chandeliers.
Their mind?s posteriors rest on the gentle cushions
Of elegantly upholstered seats.
As Rick the barman treads between them
To exchange a well brewed gold for coin,
They do not see his awkward limp, his bloated belly,
Or feverishly twitching nostril.
To them he is a well dressed gentry-man.
He greets them all with smile and nod,
And pours an exceptional wine from a delicate decanter.
The prospect of tomorrow?s haggering descent
Down shadowed passages to drudgery below
Is lost somewhere in reverie.
The relaxation they have found
Is more rare and precious than the diamonds they seek.
Worn workers slouch on crooked chairs and stilted stools,
Their eyes are leaded with an ultimate exhaustion.
But their minds suppress the reality of
The worn furniture, tarnished juke box and
The Cracked, collapsing ceiling
Instead they suppose themselves surrounded
With rich red satin curtains,
And curving chandeliers.
Their mind?s posteriors rest on the gentle cushions
Of elegantly upholstered seats.
As Rick the barman treads between them
To exchange a well brewed gold for coin,
They do not see his awkward limp, his bloated belly,
Or feverishly twitching nostril.
To them he is a well dressed gentry-man.
He greets them all with smile and nod,
And pours an exceptional wine from a delicate decanter.
The prospect of tomorrow?s haggering descent
Down shadowed passages to drudgery below
Is lost somewhere in reverie.
The relaxation they have found
Is more rare and precious than the diamonds they seek.
