His tattoo said highway 44 bar on his left arm
A drink in his front words full of charm
on the other arm a local girl mute and calm
He spoke louder than the other patrons
Even the charismatic fat ones
Who were much drunker
His words were loud lousy junk
Exaggerating his victories
Spread lies and attempted trickery
The man swayed then delivered his last boast
Bowed like a king lifted glass in his last toast
On his way out he said he had sold the bar
To road trip in his favorite muscle car
Then made his exit like a super star
He left the pub and whispers became queries
Patron's asked restlessly curiosity flaring
Was he the owner drunk and endearing?
Server laughed under his breath swearing.
He's not the owner, he's just drunk terry!
-What about the tat and tales we've been hearing?
It's only ostentatious ink on a dishonest drinker
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