The Single Seen Sucks By Richard Maxfield 4-28-2000 Singles seen sucks As I sat at a bar Plastic people arriving In big plastic cars Fake smiles Dressed to kill Steep on your heart Don’t care how it feels Game players Snakes in the grass Find their esteem At bottom of a glass To be some one real They must get drunk Weave home late Stoned as a skunk See that one there On the bar stool Got to be forty Dressed like she’s in school Some travel together In one big clan Hiding the white finger From their wedding band They should be home Raising their kids But their out drinking Flipping their lids Men circling Like a pack of sharks Looking for victims In the smoky dark All acting happy As they gulp down a drink To escape in drunkenness Their life must stink In this place There is no love real Just a fake smile To hide how they feel Lack of morality Lies so thick Watching the games It makes me sick If this is the game That I must play I’m going home There I will stay The single seen sucks Copyright # RM99R4Birth sign: Gemini
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