Drinks on me

Just a quick post tonight, a simple silly, non-serious, semi-poem. Not to be taken seriously. think of Billy Joel and the wallflowers if you will…

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
The bartender told me not to
Plagiarize “Piano Man”
And don’t even think about
A tonic and Gin

He said get your butt to work son
Writings not an easy game
Now don’t go drinking your sorrows
Tomorrows another day

Consistency is the key, he said
Always try and never give up
Soon you’ll become the writer man
And I’ll be out of luck

He said I’m old
My bones given up
And I can’t break away this tomb

The smell of beer has perfumed me
It part on my DNA now
Well, I souled have thought better
Or classier yet
Started a wine bar instead

But you still have a chance
To break out of here
To save your self from
Ugliness and despair

Don’t listen to the haters
Their doubts mean nothing to you
let their whins fall silent
to you

Before your grave is dug
Know what your putting in
Hollowed from regret or lives past

End this post right now
Before it goes astray
Write something meaningful instead