I sit in a bar and drink by myself
There are people all around
I do not feel a great connection
Or minor connection with the
People
I only feel a connection with the beer
That I am drinking
I have sat in many bars and been
In many places with people
And have always been
The eternal outsider
And perhaps it's' supposed to
Be this way
I never related the mainstream
Their jobs
Their schools
Their institutions
The rules, the discipline, camaraderie
The beer puts me in a daze, while the
Chatter goes on, and is senseless
To me
A place i apparently should be
I relate more to the out of towners
The foreigners
The outcasts
The gypsies
The people who are on margins
Are my squad
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A well crafted piece with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation, highly relatable. Thanks for sharing.