And I drank a beer for the
Poet,
         lyrically gripped on
                                             to the
stem of peace and understanding

I downed a shot for
                                   the
Women clutching their highball
                 of shattered self importance

I gulped wine from a goblet
for the professors, the teachers
holding their stein filled w/ false prophecy
              and cheap hopes.

And I shattered my glass on
                  the floor
                                                   Just to prove
                                                           ­     a point.