Penelope

They say get a grip, falling off the bar rail, listen mister i'm no drip, don't need booze to pray, sooth my tender state, the quest never goes away, juicers have surly lips, manacled to credit slates, others take coins and flip, tired jokes and spirits crave, different times of day, a lie in everything to date, it makes the eyes dip, cheeks sunk as hollows plates, wonder I'll make this trip, won’t know how to sleep, if I can juggle fate, let faith take a leap, forgive all my ways.