The Bartender Is A Metaphor

I'm a drunk

They never let me sleep

Make me hold their problems

In my clumsy hands

I drop them and mix them up

Now this drunk has the shy man's problems

And only when nothing makes sense will

This common problem of problems

Undo this chaos

So then this drunk finally has he own demons

to himself, as if he asked

See them

Massaging his shoulders, telling him, "Sip more. Sip More!"

He loves the knives slicing his throat

Though his conscience leaves him at this fountain

He thinks it's pouring youth

So he drinks

If he only knew

He drink himself to death

"Have another glass of regret,"

The bartender politely offers

With his long black cape and sickle

"Don't you want to go where everybody knows your name?"