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Jim Bean and Lonliness
I do not intend to offend, good sir, but
I'm just fine sitting here
I prefer an empty chair, but you prefer big breasts
She adverts my eyes as she gives me a fresh beer, that
you insisted on paying for
But I thanked you for the gesture, all the while
making it very clear that I am signing no contract
A man gives a woman a couple of beers and he then expects
something of hers in return
But we are not free sir. And I am not for sale.
He talks for an hour, and I become tired, weathered, and
immune
He wears ragged, ripped jeans and a brand new t-shirt
And he carries a smell of Jim Bean and lonliness
I could only but smell it as he wrote down his number on
a napkin
And I could sense my want for it as I walked into the
restroom and flushed it down the toilet
Because I didnt ask for it, and I cant pocket something useless, not again.
