I go
To
All
The bars
In this town and
Over here
There’s a 19 year old girl
With a face like a daisy petal,
Like a bed of newly fallen snow,
Smiling at me as she slowly rolls silverware,
There’s the perv who’s always in the skanky bar saying
“Nice to make your acquaintance,”
Despite my lack of having accomplished anything whatsoever
In recent years,
There’s a bearded young gentleman over here
Who sets his mouth to running
Looking me straight between the ears
On the subject of craft beer brewed in Michigan
And doesn’t turn his mouth off
Until I pay for my two Short’s and leave,
And I’ve seen what goes into this type of thing and
Never in my life has
Kindness made me so sick.