Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Birdbath

Pretty sure I'm the shield tonight,
righteous stoic wall
to post complaints about assholes at,
tired drawn-on guardian
wondering why I'm just so good
for this role,
guess I'm just a walking three-drink minimum
to be milked,
even after she buys her own whiskey,

I'm enjoying myself but wonder
why I'm here besides
my usual place as
her sole therapist in the dark metal bar
while I watch others get the flirting,
we're just attention baths
for her discerning ego,
as she goes we go,
her shapely ass jiggling over drinks
on the counter,
when will I stop being
drawn into playing another one
of her convenient fountains?

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