A Beer Baby On the Prowl

Jiggle up to the bar Peanuts from the jar Face unkempt lawn Puffed cheeks wan Sees her there Averted stare She must aim higher Too much required Move along, move along Same old song. Buddies commiserate Brewskis alleviate Sugar-free Jell-O For soul of this fellow Work is enough Life’s so tough Don’t really need more Like the one at the store Polite smile, “Hey,” Then looked away. What do they want? Just thin guys who flaunt. Understand misunderstood. Deep down, he’s so good Thinks he could make you happy Give a chance, you’ll see What do they have, I don't? Or what they do, he won't. Thinks he’ll get it together soon Under the right moon. 3/9/16