Miss Direction

He asked for another and I said nothing, just poured. He said to join him, I did. He asked me what my name was, I told him what I always say. He stuck around and stuck around and I cleaned twice as slow. He fell down and I picked him back up, we'd do it all again. His laugh was thick, it had to be. He asked me to point him home, I sent him on his way, never knowing where, but he keeps coming back.