A Man Walks Into A Bar

A Man walks into a bar

He Says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke."

The back of beyond repair 

Welcomes the broken and the broke

The latter hitches a ride

On the back of second-hand smoke

And the man,

Well he'd be the punch line

In someone elses Joke

I'll beat this drink

It's a habit I'll kick

Please help me now

I'm gonna be sick

Something hit me

I wound up on the floor

Damn this Bacardi 

I don't want anymore

A Man walks into a think-tank

Full of Hooch and future sales

Mixing wish lists with extension plans

Reap Guantanamo Jail

Smell the solid beach

And a whiff of cannot fail

And a guilt trait shop with goblets

Dripping cutthroat cocktails

And they drink a toast to Florida

And all its air-conditioned homes

And they damn the health of Cuba

And they damn its fortified Rum

He sips a calamatar olive 

Spits out the stone

And He mimics crushing people

Between forefinger and thumb

I'll beat this drink

It's a habit I'll kick

Please help me now

I'm gonna be sick

Something hit me

I wound up on the floor

Damn This Bacardi

I don't want anymore

The first man wakes up in the same bar

But it's different as in a dream

Infact it's someone else's dream

Clean sheets & New Regime

Fetal burns as Nero romes

Give the bar a zip code

Cya

Cya

See You

And it's one more for the road

I'll beat this drink

It's a habit I'll kick

Please help me now

I'm gonna be sick

Something hit me

I wound up on the floor

Damn this Bacardi 

I don't want anymore(x4)