Midnight Tavern

Hidden figures between a cavern,
stop for a drink in the Midnight Tavern.
Where three wise men bear gifts of gold.
None that stop you from growing old. 
Sit down boy,
do as your told. 
Brew a batch of putrid juice.
Cut ties,
let the stiffs loose. 
This place is none for a wild child. 
A wide-eyed optimist,
who refilled his glass. 
This is an upper-class sanctuary.
A place where your offered a burden to carry.
Where tattered teenage dreams burn,
in the urns labelled "America."
Where nothing is what it seems.
But it all makes sense to the sold.
Those whose hearts have beaten cold.
Snakeskin and driven by their need for attention.
Whispered secrets remain unmentioned.

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