The Hideout Lounge.

[Brownlie]

So your telling me I go
from a hundred bucks,
to shucks.

I just promoted,
the dopest of movements.
a Band I was in
back then.

and now...
im not getting anything
again?

what in the ducks
is in your merky pond.
Full of wheat and shit.

I don't give a fuck about
that bar
or the amazing people
inside of it.

because of you,
charlie,
you unicorn.

get some real juice.

I think a whole poem about Charlie the Unicorn and using the phenomenon as an extended metaphor could be interesting