After serving people drinks at my bar, they drive.
Some of my customers get drunk and thanks to me, there are people who are no longer alive.
Those customers have killed innocent people while driving intoxicated.
Owning this bar is something that I sure as hell have never celebrated.
I've tried to live with this pain and guilt but I can't do it anymore.
After ten years of being in business, I'm going to close my doors.

(I THANK GOD THAT THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM. I DO NOT OWN A BAR.)