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Cheap Thrills
Drunk when no one is there
Two bar stools away
from the man I'd love
I could barely sway me a love shoulder
or wink me a love eye.
So I'll drink
without the present past
of what's on the screen
in front of me.
Disaster. Disaster.
There is no time for you.
"But my gin and half lit lucky
are waiting at a popcorn stand."
There starts a fight in the corner
next to the jukebox player
that played my serenade
somewhere in Boulder
where the drinks were stronger.
I missed you. I missed you.
You stupid soldier.
Your serenade. Your serenade.
Anonymous
like our government,
you didn't want to be seen
as the jackel or pride,
so you swayed in your heels
in hell and cheap thrills.
Be keen
be keen
or forget
and forget
and be clean.
