Pub 1 excerpts from a bouncers life

In the midst of Slums-Ville
glasses are plastic after 8
too many people going home
with extra holes in their face

this was not the place
for some metrosexual
with an outback beer fetish
this was for the lowly wage earners
who earned respect with their fists
their feet
the women drank blood laced vodka

duct tape held the front window together
Al Sat in the corner
shoulders bulging some boulderous mass
nicknamed ashtray for smashing them
on his own head when he was pissed

a place for men with slow brains
fast hands and tough mouths
beer guzzlers
goon swillers
metho-drinkers sat curb-side
order orange juice to cut through
the poison

ripped felt
splintered pool cues
scattered on the floor
tight jeans
bald heads
ripple shoes and steel toe boots
have a drink with the drinking class
bring your steel knuckles
swalllow your fear with every beer
bring on the pain