Where everyone knows your name

Rub sore eyes
As I wake.
Long night of drinking.
Cant remember much of the
Ending of the night.

My eyes sore
From all the cigarette smoke,
Cloudy rooms,
Filled with all the
"Blue-collared" that are
Just trying to unwind
From the long days in
The factories.
No one content with
What they have.
Always wanting more
Than what they have.

Is happiness in what you want?
Or
In what you have?
Is it the friends you have?
Or
The ones that you wish you had?
Is happiness anything that is real?
Or
Something society made up
To make the lower class
Feel that much lower.
As the higher
Sit up on the hill
In there lavious houses
Sipping on Martinis
As the rest go out
And try to afford to get
There kids the PS3's
The XBOX 360's.
To try to keep up with the
Jones'.

That is what he is thinking,
As he sips his Miller Lite.
And staring at the t.v.
Which is playing Sportscenter.
Needing to get home
To the family.
But, just wanting one more beer
So he can unwind.
Get up the next morning and
Do it all over again.
One more beer,
So, he doesnt go insane.
To stay calm.

Two men in a business suit
Come in.
Everyone gives them an evil look.
They take a sit at a booth in the back corner.
The server comes over,
Non to polite to the
Well dressed gentlemen.
They order J&B with water.
She rolls her eyes
And goes to the bar
To retrieve their drinks.

But, what no one in the bar
Knows is that,
Although they both look like
They are rich and happy,
Both, are (as everyone else
In the bar) unhappy with there lives.
One, his wife is divorcing him
For his boss,
Taking the house and
The two kids.
His boss demoted him,
Now he lives in a s****y
Hotel on the edge of town.
The other, well, his company
Is facing bankrupcy.
The secretary doctored the
Tax books,
And ran with a half million.
Now he is getting evicted from
His apartment,
And has no place to go.

They both wonder
What is happiness?
Is it being able to come into
A small bar like this
Sit with a few friends
And drink a few cold ones?
Is it getting up at 6 a.m.
And going to the plant
To provide
For the family.
Stopping by here on the way home
To unwind?

They just sit,
In the back corner.
But, everyone in the place
Is thinking the same thing.

"Is happiness just a sick joke of God?"