Barback’s Lament
by Larry Krone 2005

The sun comes up
And I just finished working
I get my stuff
And quickly drain my beer
Take out the trash
And head home for some sleeping
Out on the street
I wonder how’d I end up here

I work in a gay bar
A gay bar
I change the kegs, I wash the glasses
To help the barkeeps serve gay masses
With no love
Through crowds I shove
Oh, Lord, send help down from above
There’s a glass to clean
On the pinball machine

I work in a gay bar
A filthy gay bar
We serve the gays that the cat drags in
Even those horrible Log Cabins
A fag hag screams
Oh, Lord, I dream
Of getting through my shift without being mean
I kick her out
‘Cause she’s too loud

It’s ten o’clock
Another shift is starting
I fill the sinks
As I appraise the room
In other bars
It’s cussing, burping, farting
Here it’s nipple play
And showing off your pubes

I work in a gay bar
A stinky gay bar
When the jukebox is free-styling
You know I won’t be smiling
Dick, Harry, Tom
A leather dom
All talk like they’re soccer moms
And forget to tip
Lord end this shift

I work in a gay bar
A smelly gay bar
I stock the beer, I wash the glasses
To help the barkeeps serve gay masses
Put up the stools
Pull the shades
Oh, Lord, please take me away
Don’t make me stay
In this bar that happens to be gay
So gay

© 2005 Larry Krone