Bar Art

You've seen it you Venus.
A glass as I enter,
A chatter as I shiver,
a glance as I swallow.

You dealt it, now postpone it.
Memory frozen, reality thawed.
I saw fifty take in my flaw.

The second will come but it won't last.
Nothing can now come before the third.
Three she may be
I hope she's not at the bar.

Your foundation of my collapse
My weak style sends me the bill
I pay with proposition
to respect the world in position.