I once saw, scrawled
in marker pen;
The apocalypse
is now.
Its name is
Hoxton Bar.
(They forgot the And Kitchen, but not the Hellfire)
It’s only plaid,
Wire rims and knit.
Drink your day’s pay.
The apocalypse
Will come for us.
But not tonight.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
I once saw, scrawled
in marker pen;
The apocalypse
is now.
Its name is
Hoxton Bar.
(They forgot the And Kitchen, but not the Hellfire)
It’s only plaid,
Wire rims and knit.
Drink your day’s pay.
The apocalypse
Will come for us.
But not tonight.
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