Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Pretentious Poems (3 of ?)

This was originally pretty free-form, and then it was a sonnet, and now finally here it is in a pretty loose format that I'm satisfied with.

Barroom Banter
Empty shells sit atop barstools
Idle chat identifies fools
A smoky haze with origins unclear
Hangs and defines the atmosphere
Clearly it seems to the participants
That all this is far better than reminiscence
Drowning the day in vodka and RedBull
Chugging Bud's until their bladder's are full
And as the liquor is drained shot by shot
Only the designated drivers think that this is not
The best time that anywhere one could find
Can't be beat as a way to relax from the daily grind
But there's a price on every drop of peace of mind


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