The Bar

We all have a favored seat,
and of course we all compete
to be there when the slots
start to pop.

We could mix each other’s drink,
we would scarcely need to think.
We could even make the order
for the owners.

The drunkards and the whiners,
the liars and maligners,
we know them all, just like
we know ourselves,

because we are…
at the bar.

©Ardelle Hollis Ray