The bar on Avenue B looked suitably dirty
It was dark and the windows gave no hint
As to what went on inside
I needed someplace quite
To finish the thoughts I had been carrying
There should have been sawdust on the floor
Like the Yates's of years ago
A few bearded men sat at the bar
Nibbling at chips
Or fries as they call them
I ordered a stout and watched the menu and looked at the screen
Two ultimate fighters got bloody on the canvas
It was obscene
The pizzas were dairy free
And the gravy was vegan
They have landed
A few punches
A righteous hook
Here and there
The cheezeless amongst us
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