The Last CallA Poem by Crazy Cat ManA poem about the last call at bars. On how we need the last call so the night cannot go on forever
The Last Call
You're trying to luck out To find a hot babe Instead you're striking out You see a hot lady You hope to take her home maybe So you say what's up baby She laughs and walks away You better hurry up You're time is almost up Your tab is about to be closed You're looking for other hoes But they have no interest in you You might as well look at porn at RedTube The Last Call is great Cuz theres a timeline to get laid If you can't get a girl by 2 A.M. Then call it a night then If she's still talking Then it's time to get the walking But you're patient So now you're stalking You want to walk her home In hopes that you can bone You offer so she won't walk alone You want the digits to her cellphone Oh no she want's to go to another bar You don't want to go there at all She's pushing it too far Damn now you have to pay for another drink While she talks about her shrink You just want to get into her sink But she's not interested She just wants to talk While you're ready to balk Now she's talking about her aunt OK you had enough Say goodnight hun You're done This is why we have the last call No time to stall You have reached your time limit She didn't come with it So you blaze up And get livid © 2012 Crazy Cat ManAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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