This tonight a random night
in the month of May
insignificant in texture
Saturday they say
the bars are dry
and my drink is cold
with a clump of ice
made of sweet potatoes this alcohol
something I love to eat
and now getting drunk on
what a life
the waiters looks bored
the cooks look riled
smoke rising from the kitchen
a cluster of laughing faces
excitedly looking at their plates
waiting for the server to bring their food
and they almost exclaim in delight
but she passes them
And now they're disappointed
such entertainment tonight
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