Beer

Cat call in the distance at three amSomeone far away is hotAnd someone far away is hornyDecisions made with beer gogglesAs you half-sleep in a bubbly, pleasant hazeThere's more evidence for evolutionThan skeletons and theoriesI think as I hear a college girlShriek just like a chimpanzeeBelow on Spruce StreetFar away noises sound so closeThey are inside my tiny flatInvading
How frightening it would be to venture outside so lateOn a saturday nightAnd soak up the stupidityViolence at the slightest provocationPassive-aggressive friendlinessWalk past a barWould I make it home alive?
The city lights cast a morning glow on the trees and the now-grey skyIt looks as if the sun is rising
But, no, I'm still here in my warm, fluffy bedHalf-asleep, half-awake like most nightsWhen will I escape this vampire's schedule?I long for the early mornings of my youthSeven am, the darkness lingeringBirds chirping, parents yelling,Reading on the school busInnocence, naïveté, thinking life was so difficult thenBut it wasn'tThat was just the beginning
The jock population skyrockets after two amBecause nothing good happens thenBirds, maybe robins, singing at four amEverything is backwards at this hourAnd so much more frighteningTerrified of even leaving my roomDown the dark, empty hallway
Maybe I'm just jealous I wish I had some friends to be stupid and drunk withSome men and boys tooEven just some alcoholA cold glass of beerTo help me sleepTo tasteSo bubbly and bittersweetPop with a punchI must imagine my glass of water as a mug of beer
And hope...
 
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