A poet walks in and pours himself all over the bar.
He looks at every patron near and far.
Word after word he brings to bear.
Yet not even a single person really seems to care.
Yet he refuses to stop and recites some old lyrics.
But it is almost as if the patrons can’t hear it.
He decides to give a few limericks a chance.
But some grumpy old man just spits chaw on his pants.
What can he do to change the tide?
Or will he have to give up and go run and hide?
He pulls everything he has out of his big bag of tricks.
Finally, something he says seems to stick.
They ask him now to say something more.
But it is at that time, he just walks out the door.
You may wonder to yourself why then? Why would he go?
The poet just smiles and says if you know, then you know.
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