Have some poetry

Every day, he is here
A flute - strange one it is
In his hands
Every day, he is here
Another drink, another shot, another gulp of liquor
Sometimes I worry
But why should I care?
Another drink, another shot, another guy of liquor
From him
Is just another piece of gold for me

From a barkeep's POV, talking about the Pied Piper from XTRIDENTX's story