A writer’s life’s not easy
It is swathed in perspiration,
Rejection and correction, and erasures and frustration

So every day at five o’clock
To fortify my mind
I hit the bar and let it go; just leave it all behind

Here I sit; my bar man
Pours me up a good stiff drink
I’m sipping it because I like, the way it makes me think

It’s now a little later
And my bar man and some guy
Are talking sports and Donald Trump; the time is flying by

One more drink, I’m telling jokes
I really want to dance
Who turned up the music; I spilled ketchup on my pants

Another for the road seems right
I’m bullet proof and loud
The women in this place look great; I love this lively crowd

Now we’re dinkig whiskey
Got know worreez and no feerz
We laff annd drink annd blab annd gab
and hav sum shots annd beerz

I’ll finnesh this annd then I’ll go
Or end up on a slab
I may bee dunk but I still no
i beter kall a cab

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