Depression and Anxiety walk into a bar.
The Bartender gives a classic greeting,
Drying out a freshly washed glass:
“Good evenin’, folks! What can I getcha?”
Anxiety looks around, wild-eyed,
The scalding fire of a crowd consuming the pub.
Knuckles turn white clawing at bar stools, and
Anxiety sprints, shrieking, into an occupied restroom.
Depression looks up with a wry smirk and says,
(Revision #1 – 9/22/2017)