cause for celebration-
the setting sun bookends a shelf of daylight
empty pint glasses scarce
empty shot glasses nowhere
full bellies and hearts
belt decades-old tunes
awfully
and I
-a fly in the hole in the wall,
out of place, out of time
absorbing the debauchery
curious of their glee and reason
a sponge of misfortune wrung out
onto a barstool-
show teeth.
I smile
and with the grin comes understanding
a facade-filled room in lockstep
putting faith in a euphoric hoax
do they know what I know
or do they believe in their content justification
who cares?
say cheese