Bar flys, fly home.

We are broken livers and hand quivers
from too little food and too much brooding mood
Booze soothes the bruise and drops a shade on
the ever blaring glare of life's nicks and blights
the fist once tight white knuckles loosen to pink again
around a pint of beer or a glass of gin and ginger ale
makes these stale feelings linger a little longer
than it takes to order another.