Commercial for the Poor House Dream Bistro

A poem inspired by ads & blurbs

Joe Garza

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All you have to do is live your light sentence,
Get your smile back with bad surgery,
And take advantage of an evening with Beethoven’s historical jazz at the Poor House,
Home of the vintage criminal influence.

Have a conversation with a mystery woman celebrating the spirit of summer, original gravity, and unpaid overtime.

Embrace that relationship inside a dad-approved sandwich exhibit crawling with baby art.

Know your local bartender on display, rocking endangered clothing and the body snore of autumn, perfect for the velocity of immortal burlesques.

Build your own stuffed cuisine with unlimited subzero ingredients and homemade dental care. It’s scrumptious!

Fresh music and colors emerge from The Elephant’s Child, a trio of award-winning cocktail hooligans beloved for their special juice and karaoke wine.

Every hour, multiple generations of infuriated kids out of school come together for semi-staged musical tournament blowouts.

But all is not lost.

Let us guide you with a book of fine print to receive personal Bar-B-Que goodies morning, noon, and night.

You’ll love the heat of x-ray ice cream hour and liquid bread moon drops!
Our fruit may be change your body happy, and street festival salads may happen.

We think this is not a natural “service to others”;
We don’t judge, we defend the happy penalties for failing the divorce exam.

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