PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Cruising round the funbar
Checking out the talent
Sending all the signals
And mixing them for fun
Got dakeries on order
The bar tenders making eyes
Looking at me like
I'm some kinda prize
Sorry kid not my type
Music pumping loud
I'm getting lost in the hype
Circling round I catch a Target
I get closer but stay far,
Check the shape and and it checks out
go back to the bar and pick my dakeries up
I chuck the number slipped on the napkin out
Walking slow locked on it
A bubble of anticipation rises
Full alert competition enters
In the form of a brainless specimen
Primped and primed with designs on
My designs. I play cool and watch the carnage
Strike1! offers drink.
Strike 2! they smile
strike 3! they give 'the look'
Here it comes... They turn their Back
Here cones the shoulder tap and question why?
bam! you're out! Someone else's cigarette put out in thier drink.
Great just my kind... I make a move I sidled up
Excuse me, my friend over there bought you this drink.
I point to the bar and wave some asshole waves back with the bartender
Unimpressed the criticism comes tell then to being it themselves
I want to throw it in their face. I know I told them to bit o guess they're too shydont shoot me I'm just the messenger, tell them to get stuffed! You tell em yourself! What do you think I am?
But you brought a drink for them?
Yeh.as a favour they're my friend. You, I don't know from a bar of soap.
So can I buy you a drink? strike 1!
No thanks I have two.
The smile... strike 2!
I turn my back
Hey what? the shoulder tap, Aren't you interested?
Strike 3!
I offer the drink they take it
No but but they are
I point to the bar.
Someone else's cigarette put out in their dakery.
I walk away they grab my arm
Wait!
I smile another home run!