i laugh when i see you walk in,
my eyes just one of a dozen,
every bar in this town needs a whore,
your shirt is on way too tight,
and your make up is way too bright,
but the drunks they get in line.
recycled smiles when you flirt,
watered down they're no longer worth,
a single minute of my wasted life,
but you're the only girl around,
who will humor me in this crowd
so i order another round.
it's almost predictable,
certainly laughable,
all the men you don't know,
for the money they've blown,
your number in their phones,
all the men you'll take home,
and you won't be lonesome,
because you will be with some,
some momentary guy.
posted by fillshe @ 8:19 PM
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