Who wants to move the soda
Gun dripping from the rigging
Onto the stainless steel counter?
With a stopgap bar towel to control
The puddle, he leaned back crusted
With salt searching for that
Wife out of town affect.
The chorus parted to let him speak,
A microphone for her birthday, Berg guns
Calibrated to give out the smallest degree.
But I’m not tired and buttery nipple doesn’t keep.