friday night

In a corner booth, waiting for the prey

sipping something cheap to send me on my way.

It's been a whole hour and nothing yet,

Tate Mcrae's blasting out from above my head.

Another night on the town,

I could just vision myself sprawled out on the couch.

Instead, I'm out here trying to hunt for some men,

Am I part of the problem?

Booze flowing faster than the Nile,

When will I stop being a child?

Mid thirties stuck being someone fresh out of high school,

Waiting to find someone who I can pull.

Another round of drinks just for me,

Welcome to the beginning of my story.

The story should end that I have found my loot,

home by eleven with a raging root.

Sometimes its like a game on the slots,

filling the machine with all I've got,

tapping the machine waiting patiently,

then boom! there's the jackpot.

we all need a toy to cuddle in bed.