portrait of a barroom professional
i can see your pink yellow eyes staring back from the corner of the bar
i know we're not naming names, but you know who you are
i think a couple times you let me ride in your car
let me in to your house so we could discuss the art
on your walls
too much time on your hands
the ones that passed me a beer and emphatically spoke of your taste in local bands
telling me about the piece you held and how it worked even in the sandy
rivers of colorado
and for a few minutes i thought you an exemplary model citizen to follow
as you peddle the poison watch barfly centerfolds swallow
drink after drink after drink
and you don't cause the job doesn't allow booze to impair the way that you think
those eyes just slink around
i'm trying not wonder if she made any sounds
was she screaming? or asleep? every thrust that you pounded
in that same house where our friendship was founded

pulling the petals off of the rose
praying to god that her memories froze
under the alcoholic vulnerability half slurred comatose

you would boast about it to your friends the next day.

and when the throaty last call sounded
the seed was planted and your plan was grounded
could she walk or did you carry her away?
nestled into your arms unaware of her status as prey

the predator you

talked to me about the lyrical merits of easy e
seemed a little surprised when you found he died from HIV
a suffering end to a life of 'i love pussy And pussy loves me'
some people cried when that masochistic fuck died

the consequences of a life of ecstasy
mmhmm i hope it went quick when you got those rocks off
thinking of the bullets in your head i'd like to pop off
but, violence perpetuates the situation
and i know they wouldn't give me five minutes at the police station

but i am watching you now

and in the back of my head i'm thinking bout how

you had the nerve to call her a bitch to my face
just days after the incident must've took place

but i won't erase you as another face in my book
of barroom bastards and professional crooks
and if you ever have the fucking nerve to take just one look

at my date raped friend again

i'll chop your dick off and find one of your orifices to fit it in
or i'll fuck the bloody remains of your nutsack's now sliced skin
penetrating and giving back every last bit of sin
you did to her
because i told you how this date rapist story begins
but

victimize one more of my friends

and we'll see how it ends