Happy hour stool

Sitting on the high stool was happy hour
In hard rock, over slurps of evening beer.

His leaning tower would tilt precariously
On schemes to pluck windmills off bases.

His spirit has now gone as hard as a rock.
May it rest on happy hour stool up there.

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