A letter to the waiter – Poem

Empty beer glasses

and bottles

are my price

It’s my scoreboard

and I feel good looking at them

proud even

because awhile ago,

I didn’t drink beer

(at all)

So don’t take them away

dear waiter

don’t take away my self respect

My proof

that I’m one of you guys now

the drinkers

and I get it now

I truly do.

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