My dating life is like strip clubs,

Some unrequited fantasy

Left unfulfilled that goes everywhere

Going nowhere.

Drinks finished

Dances that leave me

Wanting more, desiring less.

Always waiting for that day

When I can have more.

When will come that proverbial day

When I can have more?

When will come that day

When I can have you?

When will that day

Leave me fulfilled?

Instead, I wait

Always until that day

Inside of dimly lit

Strip clubs, nursing a drink,

My mind forever on the blink.

03/19/2007

Author's Note: I should not write and drink....

Posted on 03/19/2007
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