a man walks into a bar
he thinks he has found his place
and by the steady row of hands
he keeps drinking up his past
a man walks around the bar
they say "explore", but won't let him out
the only view he gets is walls
the only beer he drinks is ours
a man crawls down round the bar
a man jumps high through the chairs
a man sips a tasty wine
a man drains the ugly pint
a man walks into a bar
says "guys, there's great life outside"
so our man there breaks the glass
and he promptly says good-bye.
B.F.