Let's have beers and shots and
share metaphors and broke hearts
and write poems to bring tears and
laughter and bury the dead finally.
Barkeep, bring us similes and beers
to keep this wild madness alive.
We'll dedicate one to suffering wives
and suffering children and ourselves.
They'll always be some left to spare.
Poems cease at last call. We spill into
the streets and ***** in gutters and
stumble home to wives' stout threats.