life of the party (a social observation)
black hair that is spiky
black hair that is moppy
black hair that is dirty
black hair
everyone has black hair tonight
well, except that chic
she has bad bleach blond hair with
obnoxious black roots
nice figure
maybe she has a nice smile too
but I can't tell at the moment
she won't take her drink out of
her face long enough for
me to make a judgment call
shame on her
a girls face is like looking for hidden treasure
you dig a little and get a wispy look
you dig a bit deeper and
sometimes you strike gold with a smile
but most times you just come up empty
all you get is attitude
and a shitty glance
like it actually hurt her to acknowledge you
the music tonight is a mix of bad 80's
and really bad 70's
but that's the funny thing
about alcohol and music
what might make you wince
when sober
sounds like the holy gospel
3 sheets to the wind
I'm not 3 sheets tonight
not even 1 sheet
shit, I haven't even left port yet
I can't even watch a girl dance tonight
the music is so eclectic that no one
dare touches the dance floor
it's just a big ashtray right now
and fuck all when the night wears on
either they'll be too drunk
or the smoke machine will blur
everything in a deep white fog
that will coat your throat with
something that tastes like
what anxiety might taste like
a wet, gagging, smothering,
slap in the face
just like anxiety
just like this place
just like her face
just like tonight