The Journey Inward

We gather at our table,
And order up our drinks,
We get our engines revving,
And prepare to think, think, think. 

Friendly competition,
With friends at tables close,
Trading barbs and jabs,
About who knows the most. 

The rounds come fast and furious,
We panic and we fret,
Birds and bees and baseball,
It isn’t over yet!

Do we have a plan?
It’s certain that we do!
Double our best round,
And bonuses ensue!

Music is our favorite,
It’s where we do our best,
My friend and I both kill,
Our old age beats the rest!

Once a month we come out,
And try to place up high,
But though we often fail,
We give it our best try!