L
ouis‘ awesome bizarre poem tends to pay homage to Bistro Brazil.
Student working loosing time, earning moneyto deserve love sickness.
Entering B-Bar, got a punch right between my eyes. What a fucking good looking woman, That wasn,t snake around her neck. It was a cat. Mad cat trying to escape from this ordinary sadness. What should I do now? Being held between the cat and her body, Yeah! I was her neck, I was her throat. Specting love comes in.
Feeling bad, like a hungry snake. Preparing to swallow every fuckin shit that could be needed in a future. What a scrappy shit. I tell you. Later on a B-Bar I keep pushing the cat in her throat to become a free drinking person But it didn’t lead any further. Falco enters the place and asked me If I am drunken or in trouble Told him don’t fuck with me. He invites me for a line (white) I invite him to meet the cat…to kill that cat!
Love for the bar, for the stuff and for you Shunil.. Keep the Bar alive!