Bartender

Oh, Bartender,

You peddle addiction
Sweetened with grenadine,
Muddled with bitters,
Garnished with mint leaves.

You take some pleasure
In the demand for your skill,
Like a panther, stalking,
Til you go in for the kill.
Your eyes set upon
A shiny new victim;
a shy foreign blonde,
heart on her sleeve,
And your dark soul was intrigued.

Did you know what you were going to do?
Did you know this night,
you’d reveal the true you?

You peddle addiction
Sweetened with grenadine,
Muddled sugar with bitters,
Garnished with cherries,
Intoxication is your trade,
Tipsy women, your currency,
Bartender, don’t you know,
That when she walks uncertainly,
Her ‘No’ still means ‘No’,
And her silence isn’t consenting.

Oh Bartender,
Your duty to society
Is to cut young girls off
When they’ve lost all sobriety,
Yet beer after beer
After double shots of Crown,
How could you prey on her
As inhibitions tumbled down?

Did you know then what you were going to do?
Did you know this night,
you’d release the true you?

You peddle addiction
Sweetened with grenadine,
Muddled sugar with bitters,
Garnished with ginger – candied,
Intoxication is your trade,
Her body your currency,
Bartender, you should know,
When she pushes you weakly,
Your kiss crushing her
Is not her consenting.

You peddle addiction
Sweetened with grenadine,
Muddled sugar with bitters,
Garnished with mint leaves.
Intoxication is your trade,
Her body your stolen currency,
Bartender, you should know,
She could not defend herself,
And you dealt her one hell of a blow,
Even as you gain another notch on your belt.

Your accent enticed her on,
Your hands gripped their prey,
Her friends searched for her,
You’d already whisked her away,
Your tongue silenced her,
And your actions destroyed her.

Do you know what this makes you now?
She knows her ‘no’ will never be enough,
And she’ll always remember how
You subdued her soul.
She doesn’t know your name,
But she remembers your tattoos,
Your prying hands, your face.
She remembers everything,
Yet she can do nothing
But cry.

You peddled your drugs
Sweetened with grenadine,
Muddled her senses with alcohol,
Garnished her body with cherries,
Sipped from her freely,
Then left her cup empty.

Oh, Bartender…

One thought on “Bartender

  1. Super sad to read this my dear. I had a couple of similar experiences except I didn’t drink :/ so it made it easier for me to get out if them.

    Sometimes I truly feel sad on how our society, and humanity can be so trashy 😦 this is something you won’t forget, but I hope you heal slowly πŸ₯°

    Lots of love, Dani from @danielazziptrips

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