Is There Really A Tear In My Beer? , Or A Bruise, Soon To Follow? Poem by Michael Gale

Dear beer sitting on the table over here...
Our affair ewtwined so queer.
Pulled off the stool by such a fool...
Spittel runs down my chin, creating looks of
wetted white drool.
Languid love affair in the bar sets me behind
the wheel of my sharp swerving car.
One more pull before i set foot outside the bar room door...
My instincts and awareness are dulled and poor.
Pull tabs can be heard cracking intermittenly throughout the night.
A pretty Blonde maiden walks over towards me...
Eight ball in the corner, i'm heard to say aloud,
Heads do turn to eye that blonde bombshell so pleasing to the eye.
Neck cracking sounds can be heard as heads experience whiplash
from turning so fast...
Neck braces from doctors offices tomorrow, will be prescribed
to all male heads set ridgid by many a cast.
A blonde hotty gets my fastly unaverted gaze...
Putting me completely into a hypnotic haze.
Tight hipped blue jeans sway as well...
I'll be the lucky gent who takes her home, the rest of them all staring
can all go off to hell.I get off a how ya doin' pretty lill' philley?
From behind my right side i receive a roundhouse sucker punch
to my eye and cheek...How was i ta' know her hubby was away
to the john just a takin' a much intense wanted leak? I land onto my back so dazed and confused...I now resemble a second hand
cheater-Cleaned clock and misused. Next time i go off to any one
bar...I'll drink a hell'uv va lot less, keep ma' mouth shut, and be quick ta' take off in my fast gettaway car! Band-aids a-plenty, i do now sport...
Upon my bashed n' bruised face all swollened of sort. How does one know when their mouth will get them in trouble? ...Now i can no longer properly shave, because of all the bandaids, bruises, and days left stubbel.Women can be trouble for men in need of desire...They can
create all havoc, and fighting and all get out, violent-hell-fire.