Life at the Brew-Ha-Ha Pub

by Jerry Ratch

No matter what you may discover

Or come to believe during the drinking life

The question still remains:

What if everyone was an accident?


But still, while time may appear

To be nearing its own end

And the sun seems to be getting

Larger and larger every morning

As it swerves over the horizon


I think we'll all be all right —

I think we'll all be all right…

As long as Schrodinger's cat

Doesn't start chasing

Dostoyevsky's mouse