Life Of A Social Butterfly Poem by Charles Hancock

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Anchored at the cocktail bar
Up upon your stool so high
The life of a social butterfly
Drinks served in a mason jar
Local musician playing guitar

When the happy hour is gone
Don't know what is going on
Then decide to just sit tight
Maybe, just maybe, all the night
Listen to a karaoke superstar
Butcher some Pat Benatar

Then a stranger in the dark
Gave you a kind remark
Just some other Joe Blow
That you don't want to know
Offered you a ride in his car
While he lit up a cheap cigar

Love the night life you keep
In a neon lit room you peep
You never shut an eye
Till the sun is in the sky
Early risers seem bizarre
But they are who they are

Dusk-to-dawn in this saloon
Really need to go home soon
Soon the sky won't be night
The world will glow so bright
A celestial sphere like coal tar
Will be gone but not too far