Holden Masters


Drinking - Poem by Holden Masters

I watch wide eyed whores sway and giggle as they listen to lies from the barroom bores
Elf like girls totter by pretending not to here the wolf whistles growl, once daddy's little queen now a hundred men's wet sticky dreams.
I watch 40 year old boys throw peadophillic glances at underage dancers seemingly
Dressed for a nite under their faceless host
The bartender under fills the drinks of hulking rugby hopefuls and over charges the family men who should know better
I've had my fill, I clear the cocaine from my nose and swollow wash it down with my now warm bourbon, lift my eyes to my friend, after twenty drunken and wasted years little needs to be said, he swallows his drink and we head to the door.
Monday will bring a fresh hell

Topic(s) of this poem: drinking


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016



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