sure it was a craphole. but for a brief moment in time, it was our craphole. 

the ceilings were swirling
the joints were alight
sometimes bartender was on acid
in the green room or white

the beer bottles went flying
but the kids were aiiight
so to my drunken first year in new york
i bid you good night.

RIP drinkland.
i didn't even know you were gone.

(and now in its place lies this animal print wasteland of humanity. perfect.)

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