I am the last barmaid poet
I see your
drunken eyes
wander
as i pull your pint.
You cheer
at the sight
of a cock-tail shaker
in my hand.
You order a shot
only to
make innuendo
regardless of flavour.
You are
the worm
in this bottle
of tequila.
-Donna Butlin
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