the poets that we think we are
are drinking at some legendary bar
putting some whiskey-sponsored curse
into a form of doggerel verse
later on we’ll says it could have been worse
but still want to slam into reverse
epilogue in balloon now burst
feeling cursed
by a writing thirst
plagiarism’s bad but cliche’s worst
on a bar napkin we wrote an epic ode
those legendary poets take one for the road
all those napkin poets stowed
will one day make you culturally rich
but trying to pay a bar tab’s a bitch