For hours you tried to get me
Wanted alive or dead
Anything to have me
Lying in your bed
Instead of being patient
Or even being kind
You pulled out your wallet
To bargain for my time
Finally you found your table
And you left me alone
I could still feel your stare
I prayed you’d go home
I ordered a few drinks
Then turned to where you were
Fascinated by your style
Why, I wasn’t sure
As the liquor flowed through me
Drowning my brain
The thought of having sex with you
Wasn’t that insane
Maybe it was the smoke-filled room
That made you look so good
Or maybe I took some poison
Hidden in my food
Now I’m ready to be with you
As sad as it is to take
The alcohol speaks for me
Don’t let me be sober when I awake
20 thoughts on “The Bar”
I’m quite certain many a woman has had this experience at one time or another. Whoa boy! Margie
It’s funny. It’s guys who think they need beer goggles.
It’s funny how judgement grows smaller along with sobriety when alcohol takes hold. Oh well, at least alcohol can spawn hilarious stories.
Indeed it can and does.
Horrible how we fail to contain our true selves when lost to bottles and social pressure. I suspect we have all been there at least once in our lifetime. It is what we do with the experience afterwards that matters.
This poem is probably the least harm that can come to someone when drinking and losing their good sense.
Hilarious – and so real!
I bet you see many people strolling into your workplace in the middle of one of those alcohol induced hookups.
A perspective can certainly be altered when distracted by smoke and other external elements. You capture the concept well in your poem Lorrelee.
Thanks. AND….The loud noise doesn’t help. I guess it’s a great recipe for success if that’s the best you can do for yourself. I’m so glad to be married.
What is the different between a dog and a fox?
Three shots of tequila.
That is one dark poem. Having many hours in bars, I’ve seen it a million times.
It’s a common theme.
I agree it’s dark, and sad. I like Christy’s statement about allowing outside things to change our perspective. Whether it’s alcohol or other things, it happens to all in one way or another. I’ve never been in this position, but I certainly can apply it to others. Angie
Drunk with something that causes us to do crazy things….I agree.
Heck, I still don’t know what my husband looks like. I’m too afraid to stop drinking.
Yes I would imagine that there have been some right horrors along the way, nooooooooooo not just for you, I mean for everyone that happens along and reads this brilliant posting, indeed this reminds me of one of my friends of yesteryear, probably around the year 1654 or thereabouts, anyway as I was saying, this friend of mine whom we will call ‘Dumbo’ for want of a better characterisation was one of those guys that loved to drink, and whenever he did so, which was always at the weekend he would relentlessly land himself with the Bride of Frankenstein but you know he always thought that she was the woman of his dreams, the delights of his wanting and the deliciousness of his inner being…
Unfortunately they were all Barking at the Moon of an evening but hey he loved them all 🙂 lol Right where is my glass of milk, I mean there is noooooooo way I wish to go down that ridiculously ghoulish route Lorre 🙂 lol
Have a wicked rest of evening now and
enjoy your weekend to the maximum 🙂 😉
He really needs to go into an establishment (sober), pick out a few girls he would not sleep with, begin to drink and if these ladies get prettier as the night goes on, then he should stop OR….keep drinking until they look like beauty queens. He’ll be too drunk to get it up OR…he’ll still be too drunk afterwards to notice or even care.
No I very much doubt that he could stand after all that drinking… Oh I see what you mean, getting up, as in getting ‘it’ up… 😉 how wickedly naughty of you Lorre 🙂 😉 lol
Be good now, okay the…
Try to be good then? 🙂 lol
Good night! Look out for that friend.