Last nights mayhem could have escalated into a fierce prison term.
The nights electricity were streamlining threw our veins like a steam locomotive.
The nonsense & ignorance were running at a all time high.
The megaphone was loud and full of hot air.
Everyone in the bar turned to stone and watched as our bartenders transformed into Washoe County
They proceeded to hand out tickets on trumped up charges, confiscating my beverage under the "Homo Act."
A man can only take so much of this blasphemy before he has to root himself in and hold his ground
Against such an outrageous, unjust force.
The fighting was quick and lame.
Lead by deep voices and circus freaks.
The drive home was dangerous and skilled.
Wake up, & comb your mustache it's time to get to work....