A Slow Night at the Bar

At the bar
My ass carresses the barstool,
Like a long lost member.
Scanning these young fucks–
As if they have anything
Worthy to tell.
Showering their insides
With bottles and bullshit.
Pretending the lives they lead
Have become sludge.
Basking in the darkness
While being inhibtiated come
Daylight.
My insides are suffocated by the mindless blur,
And the fog of high decimal blowhards
In need of a fix
A fuck or
A mind blowing shit.

Now that I would be impressed with.

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