In days of the future in virtual worlds
We’ll have time both to talk and to think
But what shall we do, should we ever decide
That we want to go out for a drink?
It sounds nice, but alas
If we can’t see our glass
All too soon, so I fear,
We would all spill our beer
Then perhaps, I suppose
Get it all on our clothes
And the outcome, I guess
Would be one giant mess
I feel this dilemma should not ruin our day
Or give us much trouble or pause
The answer, both simple and elegant, is
To do all our drinking through straws