Restaurants Must Die: A Poem

Restaurants die, it’s as basic as that
As with people you just never know.
Some exist as long as a mountain flat
Others have lifespans like snow.

“High rent and costs,” the owners say
“Competition is obscene.”
Yet some joints rock both night and day
With a bar scene in between.

So many theories have been passed
But it can be quite simply told:
The best are those that tend to last
And the worst are those that fold.