Drink after Drink after Drink after Drink I'm too sloshed to figure it out and really too smashed to think A young pixie makes eye contact but I turn away Why me, I think, why today? I try to find someone who'd like me for me but I only seem to get size queens who want a circumference of three stay off the computer, it's bad for ya Only the amoral get lucky, is that sad for ya? We're the boys in the chorus, we hope you like our show I'd like more than dick questions and a quick blow Off the record, I want more, then I deserve to get My life begins before sunrise and after sunset and while I'm at it I want a million dollars and a successful business career one where I shrug off the shackles and life without fear I've let the night decide how it'll work and I'm sure it'll choose right for it's always led wrong this should be the night and I sit at the bar with a light beer gazing around it's the gathering of the same people, all feeling down I take a swallow of the beer, and feel it not burn weigh my chances of physical allure since I won't find my soul mate in this non-smoky bar I shouldn't be so demure even worse it seems that people are looking away from me Maybe I'm being paranoid with delusions wait, that guy's not looking Drew my own conclusion And suddenly I'm sucked through a time warp landing hard on Halsted Street I dust myself off and look around to see what I meet And I see the first person I know walking, looking around to see Gee, this guy looks familiar Wait. That's me. Interestedly I watch myself at 20 how he seems to know his way but why's he look so scared? Come whatever may Then I notice something going on he seems to be getting the eye and unlike the current me he doesn't seem so shy Euphemisms abound, and finally: Wanna go for a ride? Before I get back in the time warp he lets the night decide. Back from my reverie I'm suddenly sober and deep Or maybe I just went into an alcoholic sleep Well, enough of the hard stuff I get the bartender in my sight Hey, barkeep, I want no bull I'll have another Miller Light I kind of gaze inwardly vow to make this my last beer it seems a little dead and outside seems a little clear And I head to another club where I run into another old chum who seems to want to drown his sorrows in a glass of Bacardi Rum Then as we drink he suggests a night at his place to celebrate Pride What do I do? I let the night decide.
Reason for writing:
Not my best, but for a long time, I've been looking at the difference between my Minnesota life and my Chicago life, and every once in awhile I think back about the difference between the people in these two places.
Birth sign: Aries
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