Another lonely night at the neighborhood bar
Talking to the tender about the latest DUI
I confess
That I too have driven while drunk.

This came after the
What do you do and how much money do you make
Tasteful conversation
That weeds out the wannabes.

Me, I’m a liar,
And a damn good one at that.
So, even if I did tell the truth
She probably would not understand.

We talk about a lesson learned,
And the fines that
Emptied the pockets.
Was it a good thing?

A waitress, must’ve been close to fifty-five
Talks about a glass of wine after work
And how she was pulled over
For not signaling into her driveway.

Given a DUI,
While her grandchildren watched out the window.
Cop took a quota a little too far,
And now she can’t afford her mortgage.

It’s never the culprit’s fault.
But, at the same time...
What is a crime?
Isn’t this the land of the free?

Home of the brave.
I have no car now.
Livin’ in the city ain’t too bad;
Dealing with people that are mad.

I got this new job though,
Where I sell cars,
With no license,
And no quota.

09/12/2007

Author's Note: bitter.

Posted on 09/12/2007
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