Lichen Poem: Go Home Mr. Tee

Put down the bottle

Get out of here

Forget a Fifth

You won’t get beer

Do home Mr. Tee

To your wife Brandee

She just called

She was afraid

Go home Sir

You’ve already paid

Your son misses you to

I hear he needs help in School

So be a help, it’d be very cool

Your son would enjoy it

And you’d get to spend a bit

Of time with him

Before he gets tired and leaves

For a long time

So go home

You old Barfly

I’ll see you later Mr. Tee

But for now Goodbye