He sat on his stool and drank
In his corner, cobwebs hold his face
The slow drinker drunk on only memories
He drinks the history of passers by
He is soaked in their thoughts
Drank the future and its consequence
He totes the thought like a tally man
Recorded, catalogued, listed
Sold on, resold, bought by
The slow drinker and if you
Don't buy, you walk away
With nought but a useless mind
Covered in dust and forgetfulness
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