you can’t dance at the bar anymore
without some entitled prick crossing a line
yours
he whispers in your ear “u need to loose sum wait bud”
and you say “thanks for the memo”
he fucks off to the bathroom
and you stop your groove
wondering just how many more insults you can take
before being thrown in the back of a pig’s wagon
for assault and battery
“I’d go back to Rikers just to make a fuckin point”
you heard once, on some comedy hour
but now the prospect is a romantic one
pass near the fuck as he leaves the restroom
and stare him down like a beast
eyes vacant like Medusa’s prey
and hope to some dark lord
he throws the first punch
but just like your ego
his bravery is of a lesser man
a tale of two frustrated drunks
and a potential barfighter
