Joe’s Square

It’s Friday and I’m heading to Joe’s square,

Joe’s square where the drunk men tip heavy,

And the waitresses swear,

Where no one cares if your back is bear,

And the wallpaper has lost its color and they sell the best beer.

Joe’s Square where everybody knows everybody,

And if they don’t means your just not from there,

Joe’s Square where the music starts at six and ends at one,

Joe’s Square where everyone hangs to have a lil fun,

A place to release some stress after a long week,

Joe’s square is not for the weak,cause the bar man will roast you if you too shy to speak,

Its the place for the bold,loud and obnoxious

A place you’ll forget by Monday cause of what you drank there,

But by Friday you’ll be right back at the Square.

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LG

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