That Drink on Arch Street

like promises become recurring jokes
composed on line of sight values
so ambiguous that company
loves to commiserate
there was once such a beer
that folk songs were composed to
never mix histories, never worry
with a bros fixation on fire
the difference between empty and full
polices secret parking with zero tolerance
when independence came to a halt
cry, absolve your assassins
all that was left in tea cup
was how we decide this should end