Made in U.S.A.

Is that too difficult for you?
Come on;
count how many things are there.

A drinking glass
And many bottles,
and a bundle of rose

And some windows on my right
A door in front of me,
and another behind you

You see, even at the same time
Things are in different places.
Go on counting.
A bartender
Where is he?
Isn't he in face of me?
Is he? I don't see him.
Go on counting.
An ashtray
A serving tray
A coffee pot with three mouths
1 cigarette, 1 checked jacket.
Walls surround the bar.
A bed and a worker, and...
Don't know how to
get rid of this kind of boring Paula

You are talky.
You should not be born at this time.

What are you angering at?
Bartender Paul

You make your life by talk?
That's a necessary skill.
Oh, that's reasonable.
Although I actually don't like,
I want to try to write poetry.

Why don't you like it?
I think poetry is a pile of nonsense.
That's the definition
in the dictionary.

The dictionary do has this.
Poetry is a pile of words
Which makes a perfect meaning.
I'm sorry that's wrong, absolutely.
What's wrong with her definition?
Poetry makes meaning,
but not perfect one.

Just boring paronomasia.
You'd better not try to write poetry.
Let's drink.
Do you want a try, bartender Paul?
The glass is not in the wine.
The bartender is in the pocket
of the pencil.

The counter kicks her feet.
The bed extinguishes a cigarette.