Patron-ism


Self-deprecating was he who arrived cold from the sea

and drank booze like it’s free ‘til he pissed and he moaned

“I lost my boat - my home and a brand new android phone

so I’ve no calls nor texts to annoy me - 

of those possessions I’m free

but carry a debt you can’t see - the bank owns a big chunk of me

along with my phone my boat and my home.”



Says the barkeep to me, “That’s an interesting story

but I must disagree as the booze is not free.

The tab is now due and I’ve a question for you,

how will you pay - cash, credit or debit today?

If monetary funds you can’t find it’s hard work or hard time

as you don’t drink on my dime 

so now’s the time to pay for the crime.

You can work off your bar tab as a unique form of rehab

or loan me your new android phone to call a free cab

with loud sirens and bright lights all on display

to whisk you away for a week and a day!”




© David Girard   03/07/19

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