Apparently it’s official
the search for Mr Right
has been abandoned.
After due consideration -
one ***** Cranberry Tonic
two Manhattans -
There’s nothing left to do
but smoke your last cigarette
outside
line up the Tequila shots
with lemon wedges
and salt
and after two hours
of rigorous hip-like-a-**
Beyonce-****-dancing
to loud Techno repe-ti-tive beat
avoiding all football players
and other women dis-respectors
accept a ride home
with a halfway decent
Mr Right Now.
© M.L.Emmett
