What Do You Drink?A Poem by Timothy Ryan
Thirsty
Craving to be quenched Waiting to be satisfied by something But only if it tastes just right College girls Your twisted tea is too sweet for me Sunglasses and sundresses Parties by the pool Choruses of shrill voices singing along to their favorite song Teehehehe What kind of a man would drink that s**t? Not this one Lushes Slinking around from stool to stool A new seat in every man's lap "Come on, buy me a drink." "What, you don't like how I look?" Your loyalty lasts as long as a liquor shot No thanks I'll save my money And I'll save my pride Locals You sit in a booth off to the side Sipping your cans of pabst Judging the world through the view of your hipster glasses Clinging to your unoriginality for a sense of identity You're too predictable And I'm too mainstream for you to talk to Then there's you Laughing in the face of mediocrity A tongue that spits fire After a shot of fireball Handing out "f**k yous" to anyone you please Holding your alcohol And holding your own You have a taste of rebellion And I'd love to take a sip © 2017 Timothy RyanFeatured Review
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10 Reviews Added on June 20, 2016 Last Updated on April 13, 2017 AuthorTimothy RyanNYAboutStories, poetry and everything from the soul. I'm co-authors with whiskey. more..Writing
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