After the bar
He is my passenger
as I see the others.
With hello and welcome
things start then we talk.
"I'm tipsy, " he says…calls.
Simple is my reply:
"must have fun…"
He, honest, takes the lead:
"man goes there to drink
to find girl and get laid
spend night with nice f…k."
This is what he has not.
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