You don't have to go home alone, but you can't fuck here

 
I sit
Twisting straw wrappers into tight knots
As great unease gives fury to breathe
Causing my breasts to heave
Thrusting the red straps of my dress
To breaking point
They snap!
And my milky white of titties
Spill cold
And over sticky table top
And Thursdays bourbon
The towns local drunk
Rushes over to suck
Tit or bourbon
She cares not which or whatsoever
And neither do I
The touch feels so nice
Like kittens prickly lap of lick
Suddenly I feel sick
The pang of lonesome is so keen
And the old gals rancid breathe
Hits my flare of nostril
In waves obscene
My bounty comes forth
In time for barkeep to holla...
Last drink and last dolla mamas
Pay up yer tabs
The chicks that remain in this  sloppy lesbian heap
All look so cheap
Rushing to hold my hair....
Only the loneliest seem to be left here
My regurgatory sounds
Become The 3 am Blues
The new soundtrack played
While the lonely pay
Their drunken dues