Bar Math
There are five likely females
(not counting the barmaid),
plus a few calculating men.
There are others,
dead-eyed drinkers
and such, who don’t count.
Time to figure odds.
The five likely women,
followed by the calculating dudes,
schlep each other out the door.
Not counting the barmaid,
I subtract myself
then add the daytime loafers.
The drunks have pissed away
each other’s money
and are out of luck again.
It’s time to strike,
I count the barmaid in.
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