The ads tell me what to think
until I swallow that first drink
and then I realize what to know
until the eighth drink makes me throw
them all up onto passing cars
once I get thrown from favorite bars
which know me well enough to hide
the posters that make my eyes wide
and send me straight to belief
that sirloin steak is just ground beef
available at fast food joints
for my purchase. Now that’s the point
of advertising, then and there:
to get the sucker, fair and square.
The sucker’s me, before I drink.
The ads tell me what to think.