In a Cavern Bar



In the underworld there is a cavern bar
where they serve straight shots of iced Absolut.
Where the ice comes from no one knows--
for sure.
Some say its brewed and served by Satan,
and truth is, it could be--
for Hell, despite heaven's press,
is not hot.
Others say its from the heart of a woman--
some not.
As for me, I drink them down, match them
shot for shot.


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