Charles Buchanan III
USA

vagabond cafe


EXODUS DEUS MORTUS MEI,
welcome to the vagabond cafe.
Gather round this joyous throng and sing ye a faithful harvest song.

Herein history mends its course and eats its own with magnificent force,our 
rooms are filled with fine linen and such and beyond our doors there is need for 
not much.

Bring us the men who endure their charms and fail from lust and fates willing 
arms,watch the lips swell as they contemplate dining in a great hall of pomp and 
of plates silver lineing-the guestlist written from bond of kings and heads of 
state the coatails bring,the secret handshake and promise made,they bring to us 
their last seranade.

Can you take our order please and spare us any common disease...for power has 
set our table well and any rumour shall dispell.
On satin cloth and silver spoon our mouths will drool and the head will swoon.

The residue of knowledge and the breath of spring has been denied in the scheme 
of things,now belch thy tidy murderous plans to friend and foe as the breach 
expands-catch the frail promise before it spreads and the working poor demand 
your heads for every invitation sent abroad for a song and a dance..a wink and a 
nod...

As the tables are cleared and guests boast and stagger,the check is gathered 
with half-hearted swagger,remember the gravest of plans are made over fine 
cuisine at the vagabond trade-over golf in the morning or a steamy sauna,lay 
mans prosperity and ultimate trauma!
You may not see the results of your libidinous stay,until long after sunset at 
the 
VAGABOND CAFE.

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