the young man from the saloon
From a freind
He had been
Up on the hills
For some time
He was seeing
Through a haze
In a saloon
He was treated nice
By the
Lady bartender
His wachful eye
Saw there’s
Can they see
His confusion...
He drank well
He gave drinks
He smoked well
He laughed
They laughed
He told his story
He met
An old man
The old man said
See you again
They both knew where
In death
he left
Drunk was he
He walked
To the mountains
Guided by angels surrounded by demons
He awoke once
With cocroaches
And vomit
his story is legend....
