Frisked without asking
Smokescreen sealed
Kisses fake yet very real
Anxiety from a game
Trifecta, terrible still,
At least some things don’t change, never will
Next rounds on me
Get prepared,
As after this we’ll flag a yellow down,
Perhaps stop down the street
From some well earned grits and grease
Video crack taking coins
Those two in the corner
They’ve been staring keen
Quietly you talk close to me
As the audibility of decibels
Is best said underneath the token sounds
Whispering the one looks young
And the other may look like fun
But knowing you, perchance would filter soon,
And she’d just be the latest regret you’d found
Another shot, just one more
If things don’t change we’ll be out the door
Two hours since
Tabs been cinched
Yet still whining with the pinch
Eyes peer closer, with inhibitions severed
A friendly night out, pandering their wares
Still prepared to act without a care
And while stationed at the bar,
Widescreen view, I can see it all
Quietly laughing unnoticed upon my stool
Remember now do I
Why these friendships from school had died
But for a reprieve
Every now and then
A few pints and some ego-stroking grins
Enough to stir smiles to the head
Never forgetting the heart’s never left,
The angel, back at home in bed,
The angel with her daughters face
Well Wasn't going to write anything else today,
But seeing D'verse had a pre-party
I thought it be but fitting in and of itself
To grab a pint, with some poetic buds, myself
Drop a quarter into the juke
Suck back a few, heck maybe till I puke
So perhaps not my best, but sure there's been worse
Kind of like late nights that come unrehearsed,
If at first you don't like,
Have a few more than let me know,
Perhaps you'll then be good to go
Throw caution to the wind, concerned for naught
If tomorrow's dressed in a D'verse pre-party hangover plot
Thanks Guys & Gals, look forward to all that comes with D'verse, should be lots of fun:)
