Poetry

At the bar, part 4

At the bar
Got a little dolled up
Not that anyone will notice
Indulging in Jameson Black Barrel
Surrounded by inane, unintelligible chatter
Takes sheer willpower not to scream
I think of your hand on my thigh as I drink
I don’t know where you are
I think I’ll have another

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