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.