The Bartender

 After tending the bars

and ending the happy bours

I dim the lights so there is no one else

and get ready to tend to myself 

I grab myself my favourite glass and pour an ounce of clarity

I let it sit and the blankness is all I taste and see 

To stir up the dram i add some darkness

and now its muffled and a mess

I sprinkle a dash of pressure, work load and accountability 

unpaid bills, laziness and responsiblities 

I unload a can of  stress and overthinking 

clariy is nowhere to be found and I start drinking 

I gulp and gulp until  it burns my throat 

It chokes me until i can take no more

Yet my soul sits on the counter and exclaims "Dear Bartender, Encore!! Encore!!"