Groggy old men

Groggy old men
Beer bottle loosely dangling in their hands
Cigarette bat loosely hanging on their lips
Sitting by each other
Staring at each other
Tired and bored
They've seen it all
They've had it all
They're fed up of it all

They just know the neighborhood bar
The only way to go
The only place to run
After a long day of work
The beer bottle and the cigar
As their only comfort

Talking and chatting
They sit back and remember the good old days
Women
Always the women
How they were popular with the women in those days

Perhaps he married a seductive gold digger
That deluded him into thinking she was the real thing
Then she left him
Childless
Penniless
Homeless

Or perhaps he married a nice home maker
That bored him sick while he was alive
And shes back at home
Being the nurturer
And the bearer of his children

Or perhaps he sought endlessly for that one true love
He'd always dreamed of
Until he finally accepted
That it was all in vain
After a string of rejections and disappointments

All the same
Now they sit staring at each other
Groggy old men

Talking till they run out of words to say
Laughing till their throats run dry
So they look

Long silence

What?
What?

Idiot!
Freak!

Psycho!
Maniac!

Jerk!
Lunatic!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Long silence

What?
What?

Lets move on
Coz clearly these two have nothing more to talk about

I wonder how old they are
Twenties

Reviews

[Steffi]

I thought this was a really creative piece.
"Sitting by each other
Staring at each other
Tired and bored
They've seen it all
They've had it all
They're fed up of it all"