Monday, February 28, 2011

...Said the Drunk to the Bar Waitress

My Friends and
I make ribald jests,
About and
While looking at your chest.

I guess it's
Not like we, - I -
Have to try.
I'm sure you can see why.

I'm sure if
We knew you,
We'd find
Something better to do.



God, I hope that's true.




I don't know.








Do you?

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