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Cap'n grinned his surly grin
readying a tale to unfold,
'bout, "life, death, beer and gin,"
his folly tired, but not too old.
His backwoods boys and good ol' guys,
snort down their truth deflectors,
nodding staunch approval to his lies,
while gulping their numbing nectars.
Every day at Bim's Bar & Grill,
tired stools wear the same ol' faces,
a sad hideaway where time stands still,
and whiskey always chases.
This booze soaked dive features Cap'n,
he's the undisputed King,
nightly they come to worship him,
he's their anchor, they're his team.
It's good to be the anointed host,
just 'cuz he's frightened to go home,
he weaves another tired yarn,
perfecting his bored, defeated tone.
Once he had a family,
a faithful and patient wife,
he preferred strangers over them,
so they chose another life.
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