Talking To the Barman About Poetry

Waiter provide me one bottle of fresh news ...! and a cup of hope... Waiter offer me another dose of joy ... that other one is dead, just gave me agony ... Waiter i desire an aged Whiskey because the late neither taste nor wisdom... Waiter supply me some Ice to numb my tissues, because my life and feelings are burning inside, senseless ... I need a dose of enthusiasm ... because what I had was already in failure ... - Waiter ... the bill, the bill forget...! because I forgot the money at home