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I nod pleasantly, Not absorbing anything - The wash of pub chat. Hard tales from hard lives, Flowing freely; dredged up As the beers sink down. I am an island, Sinking beneath a haze of Alcohol - lost; alone. So many pretty things - So few opportunities To consolidate! An alcoholic Re:lives his past endlessly, But forgets the now. Those maudlin souls weep Into their beers and berate Lives they have wasted. In isolation I observe; ignored, immune; Free to contemplate. Pub microcosms Reflect society's woes Better than the news. Friends and foes alike Are welcome at my table - But they must behave! The cute barmaids laugh At my idiotic quips - But none take me home! Knob-jockey's posing And idiots simpering - Lonely souls fishing. The popular seek Fawns to flame their ego and cry When bucks out grow them. My own company Can become stale, but at least I'm not one of them! Their contempt washes Over me, but I'll survive - Laughing all the way! Do I appear as These Others? Reliant on Mates to make me cool? I see the Cougar - Self-proclaimed, but warranted - Prowling for fresh meat. The sounds of the World Can break asunder against My protective walls. Much information, Absorbed inadvertently At the pub - Useless!
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
A Haiku, A Haiku...We all Fall Drunk!
I nod pleasantly, Not absorbing anything - The wash of pub chat. Hard tales from hard lives, Flowing freely; dredged up As the beers sink down. I am an island, Sinking beneath a haze of Alcohol - lost; alone. So many pretty things - So few opportunities To consolidate! An alcoholic Re:lives his past endlessly, But forgets the now. Those maudlin souls weep Into their beers and berate Lives they have wasted. In isolation I observe; ignored, immune; Free to contemplate. Pub microcosms Reflect society's woes Better than the news. Friends and foes alike Are welcome at my table - But they must behave! The cute barmaids laugh At my idiotic quips - But none take me home! Knob-jockey's posing And idiots simpering - Lonely souls fishing. The popular seek Fawns to flame their ego and cry When bucks out grow them. My own company Can become stale, but at least I'm not one of them! Their contempt washes Over me, but I'll survive - Laughing all the way! Do I appear as These Others? Reliant on Mates to make me cool? I see the Cougar - Self-proclaimed, but warranted - Prowling for fresh meat. The sounds of the World Can break asunder against My protective walls. Much information, Absorbed inadvertently At the pub - Useless!
27/5/2010 The Missing Link - Gaia's Boy Toy
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Chaos
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
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