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Club Watching

Updated on November 22, 2010

Feeling the loneliness all the way to my toes

Sitting here watching life around me hum and jive

Drinking JB dourness mourns inside me

Can’t get drunk enough to numb the pain

Sh*t this ain’t the way life is suppose to be

Popping my fingers off beat to some song

Played over and over again

My head starts to ache I know a hangover

Will be my lover for the morn

Stomach feeling queasy too much

Greasy fried food for dinner, this drink

Ain’t agreeing with me neither

Look at the women standing at the bar

Waiting or praying to meet Mr. Right or Mr. Whoever

Too much makeup hiding their worn out skin

Dresses too tight to fit in

Fake diamonds, tarnished gold

Adorn their rusty bodies

Perfume from another generation

Smells up the place still they think

They are the bomb diggity

Attitudes need adjusting

Men walk in looking in their

Direction, quizzical expression

Plays across their tired faces

Saunter up to the bar order a drink

Turn to the lady to his right

Not bad looking if she took off

Some of her war paint

Start a conversation, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Come here often? “ “Have I seen you some

place before, oh yeah in my dreams” the same

Old bullshit lines works every time

Get her number, but he’ll never call

Move on to the next

“Girl he is fine as vintage wine”

“Did you give him your number?”

“No I gave him yours, don’t worry he aint gonna call”

Club watching


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    • daydreamer13 profile image

      daydreamer13 7 years ago

      So true! Excellent!

    • Dim Flaxenwick profile image

      Dim Flaxenwick 7 years ago from Great Britain

      This was great. Funny, yet true to life. Nice one.!

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      Ladies and gents of the night, looking for someone to play with through the night and wake up to leave before the other says goodbye nice knowing you. Not remembering how it felt and who really cares. Yes those were the nights of wasted energy just for play and tasteless hangovers in the morn. Thanks for the memories:0(

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      ralwus 7 years ago

      Ah I remember those days well. Now I just go to Leroy's. Since you wrote and published this you survived the hangover, that's a plus, so is the poem.