In the bar I buy a drink And watch the patrons sit. Flowing through the tables, I mingle all around, exchanging life AND A sip with every patron true. we talk, wE sing, we LaugH, we DaNcE- all night through. I look into my cup- it's the final THE FINAL Sip. Though fleating in its joys, I enjoy it with a smile- This nectar from the gods. Stum'ling through the door, I leave The bar, bound for slumber- 'remember to Tip the KEEP.' Echoes in my mind. Barging through the door Once more, I see the patrons sit, Entranced gazing into their cups- still filled, gone but a sip.