Vodka and Violins

Vodkas and Violins




Play up the night laughter, kind


Of sinking into everyone's


Hair


Kind of


Linking the drunks together


The lantern-lit


Ale-house


Kind of driving


The people into a frenzy


Which could lead to a mob


Which could come to your doorstep


At half past


The witching hour


As they often refer to it


As


Kind of


Like the stool, the stained stool


By the counter


Where he sat


Before he got up and


Rode off


To slaughter the cows kind of


Like the table


The table in


The corner


Where the mayor sat


Before he


Made the announcement


Of detrimental


Glory kind


Of like


The glass mug


The


Mug that you drank


Out of kind


Of


Like


A song


Played on a winter night


Like

Vodka


Deep and dark


And


Violins





Kind


Of


Like

Me.