the bartender tells you

to save nothing,
spend it all.
break even is
the goal
in this life.
animals have no
pockets,
to speak of,
they eat and
carry what's
in their mouths.
no retirement
plan, no
401 k,
or SEP.
no bank account
with which
to write
a check.
they prepare
only for each
season,
forget the rest.
you go out the way
you came
in, empty handed
and crying.
but I don't live
in the woods
or have feathers,
you tell him
which makes him
shrug and say
you could
though. another
round?