OJB: This Bar
This bar, so sadistically wunderbehr.
Walls of char, import furniture from afar;
Scented of opiate and incense;
Since sitting, I lost my sense.
With ten pence I can die,
Then again in pens, stealing my eye;
Fine merchandise;
Anything - for a price.
This bar, makes me masochistic;
Serpent's injection - sweet selection,
Never inspired such an erection;
Nor ever conspired deception.
Vampires, and their sires;
Of every face and façade,
Honesty is a faceless charade,
Honestly, I'm tethered to stay.
If pleasure be your pain,
Or pain your favorite game,
It's all the same,
Seek the Golden dame.