Adios

Despite assurances that we could stay,
The bouncer threw us out. He wasn't nice:
Our drinks were new — there was unmelted ice
Still in our glasses, so it's not okay
To claim that we had just refused to pay.
We used to have a tab here, but that's twice
Our credit's been turned down, and there's a price
For acting meanly, treating us this way.

We're heading to the bar across the street,
Where everybody treats us well, and thinks
Your shabby hospitality here stinks.
The tavern-keeper's saving us a seat,
So adios — we're voting with our feet
For peace, civility, and ice cold drinks.