Red drink, dark drink.
I can't drink anymore.
The beer makes me full.
Please finish my beer
for me tonight.
Conversation and laughter,
a myriad of tangents.
The alcohol opens pores.
It cleanses the palate.
Tall drink, short drink.
Old drink, new drink.
It's loud here but not too loud,
I can still understand you.
I believe my eyesight is going,
I can't read the beer menu.
I frequent the bathroom.
The music here reminds me
of the oldies station I listened to
growing up in a small town.
"From there to here,
from here to there,
funny things
are everywhere."
I might puke if I have another.
This work by Scott Stewart is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.
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