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barhop
it was a bad day to decide
to become a bum on the street.
i stood downtown watching
the parade of madness,
and maybe they all wondered -
why was I there.
about 40 degrees it was, and
i had to piss so i rushed into a bar.
then i rushed into another bar
with very few people inside.
some low volume music
and tito's vodka that did me little
to no good.
so i'd gotten there too close to
closing and would have to fend
against the cold weather again
or find another bar.
regardless, i filled myself up
with something tasty.
finished the vodka and got out.
and on my way down that
sidewalk a woman who would
not solve my problem
lights her cigarette.
she rushes pass me and so I her.
there was no other option that night.
everything at home was wrong
and i was looking for the next bar.
to become a bum on the street.
i stood downtown watching
the parade of madness,
and maybe they all wondered -
why was I there.
about 40 degrees it was, and
i had to piss so i rushed into a bar.
then i rushed into another bar
with very few people inside.
some low volume music
and tito's vodka that did me little
to no good.
so i'd gotten there too close to
closing and would have to fend
against the cold weather again
or find another bar.
regardless, i filled myself up
with something tasty.
finished the vodka and got out.
and on my way down that
sidewalk a woman who would
not solve my problem
lights her cigarette.
she rushes pass me and so I her.
there was no other option that night.
everything at home was wrong
and i was looking for the next bar.
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