The clash of billiard *****
Bouncing off the walls of their sheltered existence,
Echoed down the bar
Cutting through drunken laughs and senseless toasts

A man with an empty paper cup
Mumbles through the gaps in his teeth,
Asking for change
As he instinctively pushes up his glasses
And pinches his nose.

A girl with curly hair that blows in the air conditioning current
Sings at the top of her lungs,
Dancing and drinking,
Grateful that she probably won’t remember this in the morning,
And she wont

I’m sitting at the bar,
Surrounded by my fellow strangers.
Drunkards, wynos, and suicidal fathers.
Buying rounds of sadness and painful consequences,
As they Balance upon their bar stool thrones,

I hate them. And I hate humans.
But so do you.

And that is why when I walk through your wooden doors, and up your fragile stairs

I’m home