Here here Bartender

Give me a bottle of sadness

Throw me a bottle of anger

Fill me a glass of happy, but don’t spill it on the table

I’ll take two glasses; dry and bitter- don’t forget the twist

Tell that girl o’er there to join me for a jaunt; a kiss

Can’t stand the ice, it’s weak and sobs

Oh dear bartender I say as I reach out for his wrist

I’ve had my share of emotion today lest I inflict myself upon my neighbor

So I raise my cup to the top- to the top!

And cheers goodnight to all those lost in woolen smocks

O damn cries me- the varnish had stolen my last drop

Gambling eyes marry each other…

May I get another