The Corner Beat Town 3

The following poem was written by Calvin Bridges. He was a one time bartender at the bar (I forgot to mention the bar's name, silly me!) then eventually got some sort of management job but always came back for the open mic.

Water Walk

Like Julius Ceasar with that fresh, new haircut,

you could rule the world with that fresh, new haircut.

Bodies as grass on the fresh, new ground,

don't cover your ears you might like this new sound.

The nation was lost but now it's breathing,

whips put away, now start the reaping.

How were you sleeping in the fresh, new prison?

Living your life based on sadism?

Two-thousand plus is the real beginning,

here is a tune for all the singing,

keep dancing forward,

the world will forget out sinning.

Calvin performed that in early June of 2007. He is best remembered for stacking a hundred beer glasses in a pyramid fashion. He is worst remembered for having a few late night drinks afterwards and running through the pyramid. 27 stitches later, and many new beer glasses later, Calvin vowed to never do that again. Which is why the next time he switched to margarita glasses. In his honour (yes, he is Canadian!) here are a couple more of his works.

Finder

We're all the same

searching for an easy gain.

We're all the same

getting wet with a touch of rain.

We're all the same

except some swim down the sewer lines.

We're all the same

then there's me.

Quietly 23.

We're all the same,

there's me.

If I make it passed 27

I'll know I never was a legend.

If I make it all the way

I'll never know who I was.

All I know is who I am and we're all the same.

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I've got a D...

for diligence,

and an eye for ignorance.

With 2 feet to take a stance,

challenge everything,

question everyone,

pester only some.

Take the choice to be serious,

are we Pranksters or Learyists?

Get off the bus,

Get on the bus,

Who here is serious?