the Pilot came storming into the bar and
roared, “all right! Who’s ready
for some lip splitting fun?”
none of us answered him
and the few that had
quickly turned away
hunched back over their drinks.
“come on,” he shouted,
walking down the long line of barstools,
slapping people on their backs.
“who’s down for some lip splitting fun?
Some real lip splitting fun?”
the thing was
that nobody was interested
in any lip splitting fun
and although we could presume he meant,
“who wants to fight?”
we really had no idea
what the Pilot was talking about.
After making a few rounds
up and down the bar
and getting no takers
the bartender finally said to him,
“Bill, just sit down and have a beer.”