Just another f boi poem  

I imagine now….
Your slouching among
A myriad of fancy, crystal glasses
Half-filled with whiskey
Cooly blowing out the musk
Of your specialty cigar
Your friends are around you
Slapping your back
Delighted at your laugh.

Maybe she’s with you too….

And what i hate the most
Is I’m thinking of you
In your natural element
And I’m alone in my room
Writing a poem.