Payday night, in a bar
In the drinking town,
Located not too far
From where the young
Thirsty ones, clutching bills
Dispensed from the ATM,
Pay for dynamic refills
Of happy-juice, again and again...
And the barkeeps can barely
Keep-up with the pace,
As the ice and glasses fly-off
Into the manic joy of the place,
Where determined drinking
Aims to obscure and obliterate,
The burden-boredom of thinking...
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