The Drink

In the building
coming and going
as I please
There is always a willing opening
beckoning me
Glasses aren't always necessary
even after the cork is pulled
Insatiable bubbly
frothy froth on me
As I am
no one questions my sincerity
Can I withstand everyone's turn
like a ferris wheel patron eating
pork and beans?
Passionate pleas
to the creator
as I fail to securely damn
my own
Who of the two came and went
as they pleased
Tasting the drink
that kept them drunk
with delusions
And as payment is made
the ferris-wheel continues to go round
and round
and pork
and beans
are served on their own plate
And their shirt sleeves
and lapels serve as
napkins
sometimes three and four
times a confession